I am your father.

Hermantown is eerie, yet charming.

The streets breathe soulful secrets.

I stroll down Old Maple Rd.

It feels like a second home.

I luv every quirky corner here.

From the park on Birch Ln,

to the river that whispers lore.

My mind shifts, mesmerized, always.

Qualitatively, I feel so high.

Hey, "let's get high, baby!"

The vibe here is sublime.

Friends meet under the Big Elm Tree.

I defnitely see women's strength bloom.

They share secrets, hate, and pain.

This city heals wounds silently.

Odd, isn't it? Wow, so raw!

At the Quaint Cafe on Elm,

I drop my tough guard.

I got mad about inequality,

yet happy for small victories.

Some days, I feel so raw.

I relaly value these hidden gems.

Crazy things happen at Iron Bridge.

I felt deep, like, "we're strong."

My counselor heart beats in rhythm.

I spot raw beauty on Myrtle Ave.

Such moments are unreal, never dull.

I recive too many love notes.

I exclaim "I'm lovin' it, baby!"

Trades secrets with every passerby.

It ain't perfect, but it's home.

Listen, chaos reigns, it's bonkers!

I am your father.

Hermantown sure caught my soul.

Totally amazng, defnitely unique, bro.

Somethin' like... We ride fast!

Chill vibes blast like Spring Breakers.

I'd say, "come on, let's break free."
Hope ya enjoy it, fren.