Whatchu Know

(Intro: Michael Caine)
Do not go gentle into that goodnight
Old age should burn and rave at close of day
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Though wise men at their end, know dark is right
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that goodnight
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

(Verse 1: Empathy)
Yeah yeah
Hear to police outside rushing, bustling
Busting motherfuckers selling drugs
Maybe hustling on the low
Hit the floor
When you hear sirens, woah
In the streets
How it go?
I don't know, I don’t know
Everyday more unpredictable than the last
Motherfuckers making cash from filling up the flasks
Of the youngins underage asking for it in exchange for a pay
Like I putting words to the page
My soliloquy solidified as I increase in age
I watched my dad beat a man half to death
Who was tryna get the house grab a knife and then
Stab his wife cause he drunk
She said some shit and he got up
Walked outside, gathered thoughts
Then started making threats, that's wassup
I ain't playing, put the controller away
I’m fucking saying ain't nothing worse
Than not knowing if you'll make it through the day
These people on the street don't give a shit bout what you say
As long as you got the money they gon' beat your ass for pay

(Hook: Empathy)
Whatchu know about living like that, huh?
Whatchu know about seeing that shit, huh?
Kids crying and the sirens all you hear just surviving off your wits
When you hearing that shit, yo

(Pre-verse: Empathy)
You hear drugs cooking when you listen (That's real)
Some chick always bitching
Bout there being no food in the motherfucking kitchen
Bringing home a new dude every night
And they fight, throwing shit, arguing, having fits

(Verse 2: Empathy)
I saw my dad at his worst, thinking he a bad father
Because I was hurt, mentally I was scarred
I assert my thoughts like this as they invert and twist
When people tell me that I can't stay hurt over that shit
I feel it I'll get it I want it
My feelings I’m feeling are products
Of thoughts if I get it
I will, I’ll make it
I gotta don't mistake the parts of my thoughts
Where I worship God, music is that to me and more
I came from the morgue
I been at the bottom where it’s hopeless and you don't wanna carry on no more it feel like war
I saw a lot of shit I wish I didn't
People tryna hustle for a killing
And if they dumb enough they stealing
Car parked in the drive screwdriver in the door
Tryna fulfil the need for always wanting fucking more all I saw
I see a sea of fantasy people living in their society
With no sobriety, from anxiety is piling and idling
Put that shit in drive
Take control motherfucker, stop living out a fake life

(Hook: Empathy)
Whatchu know about living like that, huh?
Whatchu know about seeing that shit, huh?
Kids crying and the sirens all you hear just surviving off your wits
When you hearing that shit, yo

(Outro: Empathy)
Last words, I don't need your sympathy
I know a lot of people probably fucking envy me
You don’t wanna be me
When you feel like the last hope in a fucked society
Tryna make the world a place where people show empathy
Empathy
Empathy
Empathy
Empathy