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Tryin' To Breathe
Talib Kweli
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Yeah, pimp shit
Let's go, baby
I'm from a place where real is real
Okay, we about to be out of here
I'm just tryna breathe
I'm from a place where hustlers build
Robbers, stealin', killin', extortin' because
I'm from a place where real is real
I'm just tryna breathe
I'm from a place where hustlers build
Robbers, stealin', killin', extortin' because
Yo, so dangerous, man
Let's go
Babies locked in cages, mamas look twice they ages
Starvation's too much to stomach, this must be Reaganomics
Streets named for Martin Luther, don't let that name dupe ya
It houses poor and violent, even the young will shoot ya
On my block, boys with they hair locked like Camil
Sell crack rock and sex familia, it sound familiar?
Hey hombre, this is our familia
Convicted felons, gun dealers, and dope dealers
And I'm from where coke is captain
And you can buy hope in a baggie of rap and a napkin
By themselves, children are left to fend
So we indulge in sin, do what it takes to win
Push-ups, shoot that jumper, three seconds left, we win
Do or die, come or not, grind time official
Your Georgia homeboy Killa Kill put it down for the ghetto (Yeah)
Ride with crack in bumpers, do what it takes to win
We mix our juice with gin, we mix our Sprite with Hen'
We burn our dro slow, only with our closest friends
We never scared, we ride and die for one another
This ain't my boy, this boy here, he's my brother
For him, my blood will spill, for him, I will kill
This has been my testimony live from Dixie Hills
This is Killa Kill, live direct from Adamsville
Yeah, yeah
Killer Mike, Talib Kweli, Three Mafia, let's go
Before he toured school, my father was an entertainer
Travelin' through the South with the
Banger, them crackers love to hang ya
He stayed with me while I know most niggas popped to strangers
That's so gangster, godfather to my cousin Urbana
The son of Stanley Green, these is the roots of my family tree
My path is locked, I hand you the key, I ran through the streets
Niggas can't take advantage of me
I seen calamity, so much insanity, oh, the humanity
The place where niggas keep the game face on the grill
And go to the steel and make it real just to pay off some bills
Where robbin', stealin', and killin' is just basic skills
But still, niggas documented on mixtapes and films
Bullets'll hit you in your stomach near where your spleen be
And rip you open, split your six-pack in half to meet three, yeah
The addicts and the automatics, yeah, the hood have it
You know the hood pack it, leave you in the wood jacket
I wish you would act it, Brooklyn, don't act a fool
When Apex Tech is the only way you pack a tool
I got the Flatbush Avenue swagger and attitude
Nigga piss in my ear, I let it go like bladders do
Oh, you wanna battle duke? You the challenger, I'm after you
Make it snappy, duke, I'm a grown-
Ass man, dawg, this shit I have to do
Baffle you when I splatter you, back a few feet away
When niggas laugh at you, you feel like
There's somethin' you need to say?
I'm from a place where real is real
I'm just tryna breathe
I'm from a place where hustlers build
Robbers, stealin', killin', extortin' because
I'm from a place where real is real
I'm just tryna breathe
I'm from a place where hustlers build
Robbers, stealin', killin', extortin' because
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