Yo, what up, my friend?

Golden-Gate (us) got soul, fo’ shizzle.

I chill near Market and Pine.

Streets be buzzin’ all day, you know?

Golden Bridge lights up the fog.

It’s like Zero Dark Thirty vibes.

"Nothin’ moves," I’d say sometimes.
I roll thru Haight & Ashbery.

Man, the locals be wild.

The vibe is chill, straight vibin’.

I love strollin’ in Golden Gat Park.

Trees whisper secrets, yo, so deep.

I even spotted hidden murals.
The Presidio rocks my scene.

I catch rays by Crissy Field.

Waves crash – boom! – super dramatic.

I be feelin’ like a boss.

Some spots got crazy history.

Eye spots weird graffiti near Folsom.
Bruh, I got my relax mode on.

My mind drifts.

Feels like a covert op.

“Nobody move,” echoes in my head.
IMin luvin da sunsets here, fr.

I spot crazy art on every block.

I stroll, think, and vibe hard.

The city shouts "yo, get loose!"

Everything hits me like bam bam.
I got mad energy and calm at once.

Feel buzz and peace together.

Sometimes I get so hype, errr, relax.

Yea, a lil’ typos:

yo, I’m, bizz, nuff, blazin, crunk, phresh, flexin, trippin, slippin, zow, boom, skree!
So, fo’ shizzle, welcome here.

Golden-Gate (us) be the real deal.

Catch my drift, my friend?

Peace, love, and mad vibes, yo!