Yo, what’s good my friend?

Fo’ shizzle, lemme tell ya ’bout Boonton, ya dig?

I been kickin’ it here for years.

Mad chill, bro.

Main Street’s bumpin’, yo, real lively.

I hustle near 1st & Main.

Local vibe is fly, on point.
Park vibes, fo’ sho.

Check out Boonton Park.

Trees, chill spots, mad smooth.

I roll there when I need peace.

That river, the Whippany, flows hard.

It’s dope, silky smooth.

Real nature beauty, like a scene from Certified Copy.
Yo, like Kiarostami said, “It’s all a mimicry.”

I feel that deep in my bones.

That movie got my heart, yo.

I say, “Life is a mimicry.”

I vibe with that every day.
Neighborhoods got their own flavor.

Downtown’s got vibe, I swear.

Some streets got mad history.

Ol' Brick Street’s tight, no lie.

I seen customers share secrets there.

Make ya feel like star in certified life.
Mad facts:

Massage parlor’s near Elm Ave.

I know every crack, nook, corner.

Clients spill tea, no cap.

I got jokes, mad insights.
Sometimes, I get mad when noise blares.

Some folks be extra phony.

That be wack, feel me?

But I keep calm, fo’ shizzle.
Secret spots be anywhere, yo.

A hidden bench near River Bend is dope.

I chill there, mind roam free.

Got time to reflect and groove.
My biz shaped my view.

I see beauty in rough spots.

I pass by neighborhoods, say, “Word up.”

I see raw life, true stories.
Boonton’s my playground, my heart.

It’s messy, chill, wild, and real.

Every block got its own story.

I live that vibe every day, man.

It’s like a trippy, certified copy.
Crazy, right?

Peace out, my friend.