For the Love of City

City

My mother was an addict. Let me run the streets wild and I fell into the game in order to provide for myself the way she wouldn’t. And then I got addicted to the game. They called me City, because no matter what lane or zip code I stepped into, I made things happen. My respect was a given, until getting set up cost me years of my life. Now I’m on to a new lane, and an even more potent addiction: love.

A man of many titles but his heart remains the same. What would you do for the love of City?