Almost Home

People tell me all the time I'm foolish
Tell me that my way's got a ways to go
Tell me that I'm holding back my progress
And think they have the answers to my soul
Tell me everything I do is wrong
They even tell me how to sing my songs
They mustn't know that my life – well it is my own

I go down the road I choose to go
I was meant to go
People tell me all the time, "take it slow"
But I'm almost home
I'm almost home
Almost home, almost home

When they tell me all the time that reggae
Is nothing but a one-drop and bubble
Tell me that I'm awkward when I'm skanking
And think they have a dance above my own
They tell me everything I write is wrong
And they will never try to sing along
They mustn't know that I am, well, I'm not alone

I go down the road I choose to go
I was meant to go
People tell me all the time, "take it slow"
But I'm almost home
I'm almost home
Almost home, almost home

Home - It's where the heart is
I can't stop it
Oh home, it's where the heart is
And I won't stop this
My home is where…

I go down the road I choose to go
I was meant to go
People tell me all the time, "take it slow"
But I'm almost home
I'm almost home
Almost home, almost home