My Town - Buck-O-Nine

i got the tunes in my pocket

in an old ass walkman

walking to the beach

with a bottle of black and tan

keys in the velcro

where it always should be times tickin’by but it doesn’t concern me

i’m killin’time with nothing to do that’s all i seem to think about or do my soul is sound

when i’m in my hometown

no place i’d rather be my town, my street

gives me peace of mind

that can’t be beat

i can sleep all night

to the sound of the ocean

wake up in the morning

and i do it all again

seven days a week

i pay no attention

i spend alot of time

with my record collection

i heard the sound of a skateboard

rolling down my backstreet

reggae music coming

from the neighbor across from me as time ticks by i never stop to ask, i never wonder why

my soul is sound

when i’m in my hometown

no place i’d rather be