Soap Box Ka (Ft. Roc Marciano)

[Intro: Malcolm X]
But then you had some field negroes
Who lived in huts, had nothing to lose
They wore the worst kind of clothes
They ate the worst food
And they caught hell, they felt the sting of the lash
I’m a field negro

[Chorus: Ka]
I soap box for dope blocks
Speak for the young
I soap box for dope blocks
I get it jumping, you know hops
Record the story of our fall our glory
Revelations in polished speak
But our celebration our defeat
I soap box for dope blocks

[Verse 1: Ka]
Routine new scheme, head above the water
Breathe a little, squeeze a nickel, trying to rub a quarter
Reconsider, don’t need to hit it I thug your daughter
I’m night visible, she like my physical, love my aura
Running water, come and order what I manifest
Damage yes, long recordings how I manage stress
Dealing super issues, superficial can’t address
Til I’m here flushed, touched by the hand of death
On my dollar chase trying to devour cakes
Paid time, made wine from the sour grapes
Eat for a minute, say a hour grace
Understand, being broke is bland, wonder how power taste
Coke is thinner, was off to dinner with scraps
To keep younger brain off hunger pains, printed raps
Helped a little, what I whittled became art
No creations of elation, my pain dark
Trying to build sound nation but feel foundations disappear
Til poor land a plan to give off the richest air