Feel Each Other's Pain

[Verse 1: Illmaculate] When I hit lows and can't get right When I'm against ropes and I sacrifice I take the insult I won't tip toe around this (?) I let a pistol, clip blow, for my family's life And I'll explain it if you on the fence Self defense — that ain't gangster bitch that's common sense (On my shit) Trying to get dough with them packs at night In this cold with them chapped lips Trying to flip O's for like half the price Damn it right, but all that aside I feel your pain Exhausted, you nine to fiveing, probably feel the same Probably know about frequent debt Probably know about deep depression Probably know about receiving threats From the IRS and them repossessions Underpaid and over working, no insurance, rolling dirty Suspended license, they won't reverse it I get pulled over, I know it's curtains Up late, my bad I've had a rough day I don't have enough space in your status update My pen and pad are bloodstained It's the one place that I'm unchained My brush paints A masterpiece and then I sadly awake to a canvas unchanged Blank as their faces when they find the fool They took us for in the mirror they looking towards [Hook: Chase Moore] What you been through I go through As I'm running from you I can turn around and show you We feel each other's pain, feel each others pain Feel each others pain but everything is fine right here X2 [Verse 2: Illmaculate] Don't make an unwise decision about that plus sign addition That's the upside of pitching, ain't no punchlines I'm spitting Been a rough ride no [?] I remember boxes of food from that sunshine division Tell 'em I ain't going back to that I ain't going back to that Tell 'em I ain't having that I'm stashing packs in plastic wrap Pop the trunk and throw 'em in Out here on the road again, going in These days seems this freeway is my only friend I ask the world once to look up See a hawk crossing my path, my boss told me it's good luck Paper to get wait 'til he flip No waiting patient, I came for the grip Stayed on my shit no food in my gut Just the pain in the pits so I'm taking a risk To let 'em know the shit is really real Empty pockets get me nothing, dollars folding gives me chills Thou shalt have it if it's in his will We feel each other's pain convinced it's our Achilles heel (For real) [Hook]