the cold breeze turns feminine from the sluts of my city's perfume hits my coked out nose,its airborne adrenaline,no tenderness Is there but its momentary medicin lower Abbey Street,  where the homeless and scrappy meet where we watch pigeons eat dorritos there's tramps at each step so watch where your feet goes ,loving sharks beats but I can't tap my feet close, city sounds and junkies crow but you can keep those The stench of the city's perfume Hits my coked out nose like a sonic boom The tenderness is momentarily airborne But in a split second, it's gone, rare form think first and spit second This city's full of sluts, but they're not the kind you'd like to meet They roam the streets, thinking with deceit I've fucked em all, from the homeless to the wealthy elite But it doesn't how cold you stand, you'll always feel the heat The tramps on my street, they know my name I toss them a coin, they do the same It's a hustle, a struggle, but we all do what we must To survive in this city, we adjust Dublin, my home, my sanctuary But it's a fight, a battle, a necessary. an animal without a veterinary I wouldn't want it any other way hard to see without a Growing up in Dublin, where the pain's here to stay. I walk down lower Abbey Street Where the homeless and scrappy meet But I've got my eyes peeled, never miss a beat Can't afford to be caught off my feet Pigeons eating Doritos, tramps at each step But I don't let it slow my prep I've got my sights set on the top, I won't accept Anything less than greatness, I won't forget The stench of the city's perfume lingers Like a bad taste in my mouth, like a dentist finger but I use it as a trigger To push harder, go faster, never bitter, I bight the finger, bight the hand that feeds you then beg for dinner I'm a shark in this game but I'm barely bigger, my beats smoother than butter n thicker but hot like fresh scutter in the shitter The sluts of my city, they think they're sly But I see right through their guise, it's all a lie I've got no time for their games, I'm too busy getting by My pen sharp like a knife, my rhymes never die Dublin, oh how I love thee But it's a struggle, a fight, a necessary I'll keep grinding, striving, until I'm legendary And then you'll see, my name written in the dictionary. Upper Abbey Street, where the scrappy meet I'm on a mission, my rhymes can't be beat The homeless may beg, but I'll never tap my feet close I'll keep moving forward, with a fire that glows The stench of the city's perfume fills the air But I'm immune to its tricks, I'm too aware The tenderness disappears in a blink But I'll keep going strong, I'll never sink sink This city's full of sluts, with their lies and deceit But I'm too smart to fall for their cheap treats I'm rising above, like a mangey phoenix from these streets strangely My rhymes are my weapons, my words are my games The tramps on my street, they don't define me I am who I am, and I'll always be free Dublin's my home, my sanctuary, my heart But I'll never back down, I'll always play my part.