Tryin to Breathe - Talib Kweli, Killer Mike

I’m from a place where real is real

(Okay, we about to be out of here)

I’m just tryna breathe

(Talib Kweli, Killer Mike)

I’m from a place hustler’s still

(Beautiful struggle continues)

Rob and steal and kill

And extort and

I’m from a place where real is real

I’m just tryna breathe

I’m from a place hustler’s still

Rob and steal and kill

And extort and

(Yo it’s so dangerous man, let’s go)

Baby’s locked in cages

Mamas look twice they ages

Starvation’s too much to stomach

This must be Reaganomics

These ain’t for Martin Luther

Don’t let that name dupe ya

And how he’s born violent

He’s on that younger future

On my block, boys with they hair

Walk like two miles, sell crack rock

And sell some samilia

It sound familiar?

Mi hombre, this is our familia

Addicted felons, gun stealers

And dope dealers

And I’m from where coke is captain

And you can buy whole in the back

Of your block, in a napkin

By themselves, children are left to fend

So we indulge in sin

Do what it takes to win

Push off, shoot that jump

But please check yourself, we win

(I'm official

Your Georgia homeboy

Killer kill

Putting it down for the ghetto)

Ride with cracked up bumpers

Do what it takes to win

We mix our juice with Gin

We mix our fight with hands

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’ll spill

For him I will kill

This is true, my testimony live from Dixie Hills

This is Killa Kill, live I rest from Adamsville

Before he toured school, my father was an entertainer

Traveling through the south with a band of the crackers love to hang ya

He stayed with me while I know most niggas pots is strangers

Got soo gangsta, godfather to my cousin in van

My suns is daily green

These is the roots of my family tree

My path is locked, I’ll hand you the key

I ran through the streets, niggas can’t advantage of me

I’ve seen calamities, soo much insanity, oh the humanity

From a place where niggas keep the game face of the grills

And go to the steel to make it real just to pay off some bills

While robbing and killing is just basic skills

But still niggas documented on those tapes of film

Bullets gon' hit you in your stomach, near where your spleen be

And rip you open, split six pack in half the mean three

Yeah put addicts in the order, manics, yeah the hood have it

You know the hood pack it, leave you in the wood jagged

I wish you would actin', Brooklyn don’t act a fool

When apex tack only way to pack a tool

I got the flappers, you know the swagger with attitude

Nigga piss in my ear, I let 'em go like ladders do

Oh you wanna battle dude?

You my challenger?

I’m bad for you

Make a snappy dude become a grown ass man, dawg, this shit I have to do,

bad for you

When I spatter you back up a few feet away

When niggas laugh at you, you feel like there’s something you need to say?

I’m from a place where real is real

I’m just tryna breathe

I’m from a place hustler’s still

Rob and steal and kill

And extort and

I’m from a place where real is real

I’m just tryna breathe

I’m from a place hustler’s still

Rob and steal and kill

And extort and