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Soapbox
Hip-Hop/Rap
Soapbox è stato pubblicato il 19 giugno 2026 da Gold Wreath come parte dell'album Paint the Corners
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Data di uscita19 giugno 2026
EtichettaGold Wreath
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM148

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Snick Foley
Snick Foley
Performer
Deadpan
Deadpan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Diaz
Jake Diaz
Songwriter
Darnell Brown
Darnell Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deadpan
Deadpan
Producer
Jack Dice
Jack Dice
Mastering Engineer

Testi

A million lessons from a thousand teachers, squinting so the sound'll reach us
Worst of me's my crowning features
Mama taught me to lie and remain a hypocrite; and pops just didn't give a shit
Surprise parties yearly, thought my teens would be the end of it
But notoriously, some things done changed, it ain't no big deal
One day they take your toys and age you out of the kids meal
Some scared to let it go, stay frozen, stuck in that lost cause thinking
Mind blowing, I'm watching movies with Lincoln
Born thirsty for the knowledge our water ain't safe to drink though
Could burn inside the forest or suffocate in the sinkhole
There's pink toes on desert sand: sun burnt, well dressed, again
Walking round with bibles while telling **** they lesser than
Probably never change, I been learning to stop pretending
Tryna find the right words that could lead to a happy ending
To keep it a stack, still got smoke with some sinners thinking we twins bro
Feeding off the culture, profession don't make us kinfolk
Y'all been broke: spiritually, morally, fuck the currency
Been giving game for free, labels pass me checks as a courtesy
A lot of movements that I still can't teach
A couple mountains that I still ain't reach (preach)
Yeah I sped thru them roadblocks
Clean escape, no cops
No flops
But I'm still standing on my soap box
I want the streets cleared with no shots
Like kickbacks with no ops
No drops
So I'm still standing on my soapbox
A grand off the stove top
Or flow til the show stops
Grown Pop
Yeah he still standing on his soapbox
Y'all caged in with no locks
So get the fuck up off the soapbox
It wasn't a moment, but a combination of inferences
From an innocent age, I could notice a lot of differences
Rides from longer distances, tiny little Christmas gifts
Classmates glimpsing like bystanders or witnesses
Do they know my clothes are shit my brother wore a year before?
Do they know I've seen my parents drive each other to tears before?
Can they feel that damage? Can they tell my family's clearly poor?
Drew the wrong conclusions: stay small, withdrawn, and fear-absorbed
Didn't really have adults in my life teaching explicit lessons
Other than survival's not a gift for us, so live defensive
So I boxed it in; hidden tensions
Lived through truly awful shit that I'd conveniently forget to mention
To this day I'm chipping away at habits learned through observations
Therapy role-plays of conversations
Aligned but silently far apart: generational constellations
What's the point of cycles if it's not to break it?
Cause you can't fix yourself without fixing it all
These motherfuckers care less about growth than getting absolved
Defense mechanisms, not just an individual's fault
The future keeps descending as living obsessed with division is taught
Sped thru them roadblocks
Clean escape, no cops
No flops
But I'm still standing on my soap box
I want the streets cleared with no shots
Like kickbacks with no ops
No drops
So I'm still standing on my soapbox
Still standing on my soapbox (still)
It's really ironic: spoke truth to the liars, preached to the choir
Put feet to the fire, just to acquire things we don't really desire
That's word to Mariah; money might touch the body, won't touch the spirit
The soul be screaming, but I dress loud, so it's hard to hear it
Complacency in cowardice, caught comfort in the cruelty
Turned blinded eyes, resigning sighs, won't cry until it's you or me
It's soon to be another target, triumph when the hope stops
I'm never kneeling, rather die, standing on this soap box
Written by: Darnell Brown, Jake Diaz
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