Bumpin uglies - White boy reggae lyrics

Just another suburban stereotype I've got the love for the rhythms And the Grooves to Spite That I'm not from the islands I'm the palest of white I've put the reggae roots together For the words that I write But I can't relate to a struggle that I've never seen I can't praise a god that I don't believe You might think I be lying when it comes from the seems But I'm not a f**ing lion I'm a drunk with a dream And I'm a million miles away from everything I thought I'd become I've lost all my faith in the Lord above And if I work real long and keep my convictions I could still fill and satisfy everyone's predictions So I drink to stay numb But I sing to stay alive There's no shot big enough to keep me satisfied No rhymes smart enough for me to save my pride There's a fire burning in me that I cannot deny it! Yeah And I am not preaching sh** All I want is to be able to make enough money with Music to quit waiting tables And my Blood runs cold As I try to comprehend All the words we defied that are creations of men I'm just a hopeless romantic with the focus I'm hopeless, writing love song after love song And I hope that I can cope with The truth of my reality But It's hard for me to swallow The realest love I know Is between my liver and a bottle Decidedly rough I have confided enough I am forever in possession of one unrequited love So I tether my confessions To the words I supply I would rather die alone then settle for a lie Because I'm a dying breed The extinction of a race Separating heads from shoulders So I can spite my face Been coming around like a brother , a son Do a skip from the mow that I've worn in the ground With the walls closing in on my prophetic sin I would like to explain but before we begin If you're waiting for me to fall Take a seat and hold your breath It's almost last call And I'm just one shot away from an early grave I've been running at a pace that I can't maintain There's a demon living in me who's controlling my brain A Poison running through me that I'll never contain So I siphon it off with a mic and a pen But the growth is exponential it's drawing me in Acting inconsequentially I'm lost at the same You call it White boy's reggae I call it "Sanity's End"