[verse 1]
Sitting on this soapbox he's got it all figured out
Livin' in doubt and proud of it with this gun in his mouth

(Sitting on this soapbox he's got it all figured out
Living in doubt and proud of it with this gun in his mouth)
See I'm all like optimism, I'ma give 'em a reason to hate me

Stick to pavement to pay rent, pretend to stay beef
He sprays heat 'cause he's a coward, swears his rep is steal
Scared to pray at night, fightin' god to get a record deal

See I'm all like pessimism, let this wisdom hit 'em worse
Disturbed 'cause he don't get it, learned his wisdoms just words
Grew up in the hood, now he's too good to rep his crew

Read the pictures, laugh at the words, skip lesson two
Time is money huh? Time heals our wounds as well?
Let the blind lead the blind to hell 'cause I'm trust in Qwel

Time is money huh? Time heals our wounds as well?
Let the blind lead the blind to hell 'cause I'ma trust in Qwel
Sitting on this soapbox he's got it all figured out

Certainly he's god and not enough churches ?? ??
Sitting on this soapbox he's got it all figured out
Certainly he's god and not enough churches ?? ??


[verse 2]
Pops is gone like hope and dreams

He jokingly admits he drinks
Controls his (*##$ not his temper
As he leaks into the kitchen sink

He thinks before he's white and figures it's !@$@s and 'spics
He dates your brother and his bible not the liquor he sips
See I'm gone like apathy after he drinks his own convictions

Holds opinions over wisdom with close fisted $$# whipping
Ask his children if they're $#&@ed up
If their mothers feathers soft

Calloused to death by your mallet
They're probably better off
Home is where the heart is huh?

I'm hoping dad dies
Love can leave a woman blind mom
But so can black eyes

Home is where the heart is huh?
I'm hoping dad dies
Love can leave a woman blind mom

But so can black eyes
Sitting on this soapbox with nothing much to say
Praying' for night the speed of light died yesterday