[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 b**h not his temper As he leaks into the kitchen sink He thinks before he's white and figures it's n******gs 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 a** whipping Ask his children if they're f**ed up If their mothers feathers soft Calloused to d**h 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