(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
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
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