hey, lemme tell ya ’bout Buckeye, ok?

this city is wild, full of surprises.

you get a car! buckeye sucks you right in.
i run a massage parlor here. yeah, i get all stranin’ folks.

wanna know a secret? street names here are like legends.

think along W. Davis Blvd – it's our lifeline, ya know?

i stroll down Buckeye Rd, catch good vibes.
i luv the local park, Buckeye Regional.

it's a chill place – trees, picnic spots, even a lil pond.

ya can almost feel the earth’s love.

sometimes, i wonder, “is life real?”
i work in a spot near the back of the mall.

local landmark? the old Buckeye Theatre.

it’s a relic that whispers past laughter, tears.

i hate how old walls creak, but they're art too.
oh, and the river – not a grand one,

just a cute creek near Silver Spur Rd.

people fish there, laugh and vibe.

i once had a breakup there, man...

the water seemed to cry too.
my days sometimes echo Kim Ki-duk’s magic.

“spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring!”

period. life's cycles hit me hard.

i see my clients, their hope, pain, sometimes joy,

all swirling like seasons in that movie.
this city? its neighborhoods are quirky.

west Buckeye’s old houses, painted so bright.

east side’s all modern slick, weird but cool.

i remember a night: rain, neon, pure magic…

like real movie scenes, real talk.
oh, geez, i get all choked up,

thinking bout how buckeye heals broken souls.

sometimes i get mad, no joke.

traffic on S. Arizona Ave? ugh!

but then, a kind smile makes it all ok.
i might mess up a few words,

typo here, typo there – life’s messy, you get me?

like, i cant help but blabber with passion.

even if my brain screws words sometimes – bummer!
buckeye’s a canvas, paint splat everywhere.

each street sings like a wild, rebellious tune.

lend me your ears, i got tales galore.
that's buckeye my dear friend.

stick around, be inspired, be blessed!

life, love, massage – repeat.

enjoy every damn moment, 'cuz life be magic!