Empathy
Say it ain't hard to feel my pain
Nah, cause if you been through what I been through
It's just hard for you to change
But it ain't hard to feel my pain (Feel my pain)
It's just hard to speak in vain
I'm just through the same shit black boys going through
These days, it might be hard to cease this pain
They done took my momma house
And so I'm outchea on a mission
I'mma take and never ask
Especially not for yo permission
Uncle Sam get you a loan
And now you under his submission
They say knowledge is an asset
But what about tuition
The writings on the wall
I'm feel very superstitious
Swear its been a lotta strange fruit
Coming to fruition
Don't want me to succeed
Then you gon have to feel this pain
Make you bitches learn my name
And put my money in my hand
Ask em why they draw blood and not lovе
A product of the drug infestation
That deplеted all the good
Wholesome black businesses in the neighborhood
And the teachers say these kids just ain't no good
But it ain't hard to feel they pain
And that's my motherfucking pain
And it's just hard to speak the same
Cause ya ain't been through what I been through
It's hard to speak that language
It ain't hard to feel my pain
I'm just going through the same shit
Black boys going through these days
It ain't hard to feel my pain
They crying from the shame
They got love on they brain
But it ain't been reciprocated in years
And so it turns into hatred
Pure math its just the basics
Put the poor man in the basement
Give em no time to reflect
And So its hard for him to face it
Hardships done turned to cages
Road to riches feel like mazes
And why the fuck we going through centuries
Of all these phases who gon change it
Who gon think its worth complaining
About and bringing up to congress
To reframe it, tired blamin' tired of anglin' it
On black armed danger
Black on black crime or anguish
Man you name it ain't hard to feel the pain from it
Don't speak my language its the rage from all them days
They wanted a slave and thought of me
For all my niggas that caught a case
From batteries and robberies
Don't want me to corroborate
Let alone cooperate
Want me in a single file
I'on know how to coordinate
College boy I'm educated but I'm still in the hood
Got that pressure if you need that good
Tryna get a job but ain't believe I could
See the kids say the teachers just ain't no good
It ain't hard to feel they pain
And I'm just going through the same shit
Black folk going through these days
Read the news or a page
Nah, cause if you been through what I been through
It's just hard for you to change
But it ain't hard to feel my pain (Feel my pain)
It's just hard to speak in vain
I'm just through the same shit black boys going through
These days, it might be hard to cease this pain
They done took my momma house
And so I'm outchea on a mission
I'mma take and never ask
Especially not for yo permission
Uncle Sam get you a loan
And now you under his submission
They say knowledge is an asset
But what about tuition
The writings on the wall
I'm feel very superstitious
Swear its been a lotta strange fruit
Coming to fruition
Don't want me to succeed
Then you gon have to feel this pain
Make you bitches learn my name
And put my money in my hand
Ask em why they draw blood and not lovе
A product of the drug infestation
That deplеted all the good
Wholesome black businesses in the neighborhood
And the teachers say these kids just ain't no good
But it ain't hard to feel they pain
And that's my motherfucking pain
And it's just hard to speak the same
Cause ya ain't been through what I been through
It's hard to speak that language
It ain't hard to feel my pain
I'm just going through the same shit
Black boys going through these days
It ain't hard to feel my pain
They crying from the shame
They got love on they brain
But it ain't been reciprocated in years
And so it turns into hatred
Pure math its just the basics
Put the poor man in the basement
Give em no time to reflect
And So its hard for him to face it
Hardships done turned to cages
Road to riches feel like mazes
And why the fuck we going through centuries
Of all these phases who gon change it
Who gon think its worth complaining
About and bringing up to congress
To reframe it, tired blamin' tired of anglin' it
On black armed danger
Black on black crime or anguish
Man you name it ain't hard to feel the pain from it
Don't speak my language its the rage from all them days
They wanted a slave and thought of me
For all my niggas that caught a case
From batteries and robberies
Don't want me to corroborate
Let alone cooperate
Want me in a single file
I'on know how to coordinate
College boy I'm educated but I'm still in the hood
Got that pressure if you need that good
Tryna get a job but ain't believe I could
See the kids say the teachers just ain't no good
It ain't hard to feel they pain
And I'm just going through the same shit
Black folk going through these days
Read the news or a page
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Writer(s): Lance Markeith, Lance Markeith Felton, Yagodkin Kirill
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