This is my steam profile. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

I walk around town with the pound strapped down
That's only because it's mad real in Bucktown
It gets mad deep in the streets when you gotta
Watch your back for beasts, enemies, even your peeps
I step to my business, stand strong on my own two
Do what I have to do to get through
If you're for real, then you know the deal. I do or die
And I never ran, never will

Daybreak sneaks upon my camp once more
♥♥♥♥♥♥ drowning in blackness, stretched on the floor
Breakfast is served, the killer dealer from the Stuy
All bwoy go heaven, but no bwoy wan' die
Watch the thin line of rap and reality
Get yourself hurt, even cause fatal casualties
See, let me explain: this ain't no game
The words you talk'll have you coming right up out your frame
You understand where I'm coming from, slim
Bucktown's the state of mind that I'm trapped in

If you Wanna see me, have some sensi
Keep your actions real, everything'll be irie
Wicked-minded youth, dem'll lick off a shot
'Cause the roots spilling 'round my way to get hot
Had to relocate, update with my inner
Build and destroy when I step in the center of
The cipher in the night, wool rolled tight
Boot Camp Click—no doubt, that's right
Now you're singing a sad hymn, asking me to stop them
From throwing away your sloppy, double-chinneded husband
Mr. Rippa, I got lyrics out the Timbs
Hurt their pride so bad, make you never talk again
And you called yourself a man. I cram to understand
Never step into your business 'less you got a clan