Yo, so Christiansburg is wicked chill, man.

Main St. buzzes with vibes.

I hang near the downtown block.

Nothin’ too flash, but it rocks.

I stroll past Oakridge Ave too.

There’s a park called Old Mill Park.

Damn, that park so beaut!

I remember a lazy afternoon there,

just me, my thoughts, and nature.

I got so zen, then BAM—

a friend screams "This is Zero Dark Thirty!"

Like, uhh, seriously, c’mon dude,

we’re chillin, relaxin around that river.

The Ivy Creek runs slick by.

It’s, like, water on fleek!

Down by the creek, nature rules.
Local lore’s kinda wild here.

They say the old train tracks

by Tech Blvd used some time.

Crazy, right? But it adds vibe.

I got mad happy when I found

a hidden little cafe on Fairview.

It’s nuts, man.

Coffee so good, you’d say,

“Never, never let it slip.”
That’s some real talk, yeah?

I drop by Ripley’s Lane sometimes.

That place got mad stories.

I overheard whispers, like,

“Operation just got risky.”

Blame it on my constant Zen.

I laugh at life’s absurdity.
Christiansburg got some deep emotion.

I truly love the vibe.

It’s got streets like Heritage Rd,

Crazy trees lining Red Maple Ct.

I get mad nostalgic sometimes.

I think of my first day here—

Felt like a scene outta a movie.

“Stand down, listen up,”

I could recite that line from Zero Dark Thirty.

That movie kicks ass, man.
I might be chill, yet random.

My mind goes haywire sometimes.

I get random thoughts, like,

“Keep your friends close.”

Then I'm like, “Fuck it, relax.”

I wander these streets,

absorbing every dang moment.

Christiansburg is raw, real,

and damn, it just flows.
Srry for typs, my friend:
So yeah, buddy.

Christiansburg’s got soul,

and yeah, it’s a trip.

Come, chill, and soak it in.