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