Lord AV - Soapbox lyrics

[Intro] [Verse: Lord AV] Visions of owning land in a separatist nation Rehabbing dilapidated homes for destitute vagrants The prostitute flanges trying to reform to possible matrons The product of hatred, prodigal son or possible Satan? Dreaming of a world where the cops don't hate him And his pops don't slave at a job for the same men that share cropped payments And they all Caucasian How you expect me not to make statements On the state of this nation when they gloss over our poverty anguish Why Chicago be dangerous Cargo of that brat-tat came in Off black market and it helped peel the cap back off that black baby The seller in Caymen's To put it in laymens This sh** gotta stop Why I stand on this pavement And turn your corners to pyramid blocks My soapbox [Hook: Lord AV] My Soapbox [Can I get up on my Soapbox?] (Can a n***a live?) Climb up on my soapbox I'm out in the streets [Can I get up on my Soapbox?] (Can a n***a live?) I'm up on my soapbox [Can I get up on my Soapbox?] (Can a n***a live?) Climb up on my soapbox I'm out in the streets [Can I get up on my Soapbox?] (Can a n***a live?) I'm out in the streets [Verse 2: Lord AV] Wearing them Malcolm gla**es Don't make you that n***a I come from the same cla** With a dab of the same vigor On window dash With my big a** rifle that's triggered Ready to send you devils to the same hell That you invented Who's ready for war? I'm ready for war Pull out machetes and swords Hang em over your head, degrees of a moor AV the Lord, cut the crack music then go feed the poor The blacks use it for self empowerment, the whites as a tool To repent for they past, then sh** give me a piece of that oil If not then get off my dick, I got no need for no Mohel The streets in turmoil, k** a n***a for little to no spoils But really they warriors, I'll have em defending my own U.S. soil The American Dream, a house, white picket fence & a foyer Nah, I'm good, I never really related to Tom Sawyer Surprise! Surprise! You n***as belated I gave you the real story On Rise of a Rebel, you'll get it when I release number forty I mental recorded Hov going to Cuba like Corleone I'm Andy Garcia, these Joey Zasa n***as don't want it Do em like Rasta did Balcha Harder than Gibraltar rock I'm from that seven three stony You know school of the knocks? The soapbox [Hook: Lord AV] My Soapbox [Can I get up on my Soapbox?] (Can a n***a live?) Climb up on my soapbox I'm out in the streets [Can I get up on my Soapbox?] (Can a n***a live?) I'm up on my soapbox [Can I get up on my Soapbox?] (Can a n***a live?) Climb up on my soapbox I'm out in the streets [Can I get up on my Soapbox?] (Can a n***a live?) I'm out in the streets [Huey Freeman and Riley Outro]