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 a lot of time
with my record collection
i hear the sound of the skateboard
rolling down my backstreet
raggae 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