Step (Live)

Yo, I step into the scene with my mic in hand,

Spitting rhymes so clean, you can't help but understand.

From the city streets to the bright lights above,

I'm here to spread truth, show you all some love.

Born in the struggle, raised in the grind,

Every word I spit, a piece of my mind.

From the struggle of the hustle to the pain of the fight,

I'm on a journey, chasing dreams every night.

This is hip-hop, where the rhythm never stops,

From the block to the top, we'll rise above the knocks.