Yo, Boca-Del-Mar is wild, son.

I run a chill masseuse spot here.

Streets like Palm Ave got vibes.

Downtown’s Main Street buzzes always.

I live on Sunset Rd – pure magic.

The city’s rivers hum quiet tunes.

I stroll by the Silver Creek daily.

Yeh, that’s the lowkey pulse here.
I seen crazy nights near Bayfront park.

Lights, sounds, soul – feel it raw.

10 Years free like "12 Years a Slave".

I heard, "Young Mula Baby!" echoing around,

shoutin’ hope and hustle hard.

Firdt time I felt life’s beast.

I work deep with stressed souls.

I drop secrets in each knead, ya dig?
Dealin zones aren’t all glitz.

Old town’s alleys got some grit.

Back in neighborhood East End,

local legends hang by the old pub.

Ya feel the struggle, like McQueen’s film.

I been mad ‘bout shady spots too.

But yo, I love this chaos.

At times, I get hella surprised –

homies drop in for a quick relax.
The vibe’s like an underground rap,

emotion deep as hard times.

I mix pain with pleasure daily.

Sometimes life's like, “Fuck the odds!”

repeating lines: "I am free."

My craft nourishes souls, no cap.
Truth be told, Boca-Del-Mar’s a mix –

joy, pain, and raw beauty.

I spill my heart in each massage.

The city's story never loses its beat.

Real talk, it’s my playground homie.

Stay fly, livin' "Young Mula Baby!" style.

Keep it lit, keep it real.
Peace out from your home chef

of feel-good vibes in Boca-Del-Mar.