Big K.R.I.T., Killer Mike, Big Sid - Born On The Block lyrics

See, I was born on the block
And I was raised on the block
And they wonder why I talk this way
They wonder why I talk this way

I was born on the block, raised on the block
Never slang but I knew some
Things on the block
My people under streetlights
Trying to provide for they fam
So they scram from the laws to survive
Up and on it all night
Same story different day
Kids need food and clothes so
We going all the way
Momma got cancer and they only
Giving her till May
Collections team callin'
Cause the hospital pay is late
Baby momma trippin'
She tired of the strugglin'
He feel the same way
Cause he tired of the hustlin'
World is too cold
So we screamin' fuck the government!
President and all, Democrats and Republicans
Sick of the smugglin', takin' daily chances
Prayin' with his fam to turn
This section to a mansion
Playin' with the flames, don't get burned
So he dances hopin' to make it out
Takin' penitentiary chances

Raised on that Martin Luther King
A nigga had a dream and a scheme
Servicing fiends if you ain't never seen the
Site of a young teen
Sprinting toward the car like a
Track team in spring
You wouldn't understand how the product
Is in his hand
Wrapped in cerane, tucked by the garbage can
Can potentially grow this boy into a man
You see him and disregard him
Another dope man got a woman that he love
He don't wanna see her dance
Had a baby by the girl
He call her Ms little Man
His momma been on welfare all of his life
Took her out the projects her
House and picket fence white
The same animal that chop rock, bust choppers
Sent two sisters to school to become doctors
Feds finally came and gave
The young brother life
He said, my family made it out, fuck the law
I'm tight

Okay, I get it how I live
No silver spoons or handouts
Crack viles covered the park-ground
That we ran 'round
Chunk his ass for change, no regrets
Pride or shame
One bill away from being in the same position
Standin' on the corner with these stones
I whipped up in my kitchen
Watchin' for them undercover laws and
Those niggas paid to tell
My partner going through it
Prayin' this dope will sell
Taking chances just to make it out the hood
Get jammed and do time
But did just what he could
Got kids that need food
So I'm taking up the slack
His girl ain't shit
And theres no tellin' when he's comin' back
And they wonderin' why we
Fight for every yard
Never heal from these scars
Never give so we take, any day we can starve
And I ain't sayin' that it's right
But it's life, we're tired of the dark
Failed for searchin' for the light
Earnin' stripes

They wanna be down with the last King, Two!