[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 bitch not his temper

As he leaks into the kitchen sink

He thinks before he's white and figures it's niggers 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 ass whipping

Ask his children if they're fucked 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