A Promise to Distinction

One I was younger than the youngest of fragile minds
I ate the day with bad manners then spit out the rind

And mother, mother told me
As I looked to the sky
Yes, my mother told me "My dear son
You're not the one"

I flew from home when I was just twenty-one
Young enough to be the father of someone
I've got a conch pissed with republic rum
My father by my side, teary-eyed, he said

"Son, by god what I could have done
And you're just like me, you can really put 'em down
And if I was in your place I'd stay, have fun
But I'm not the one"

Now I'm sitting here haggling over sums
Of money made by someone else, to me it don't belong
I toss a smile to the mighty boss, he's my God
But I'm a bit backwards and I know he's just a fucking dog

And mother, mother told me
As I looked to the sky
Yes, my mother told me "My dear son
You're not the one"