Yo, yo, yo, what's good my dude? Lemme hit you up on Kearns, US – my turf, my playground. I'm that masseur, ya heard, diggin’ into body and soul. Kearns got streets that speak, like 5400 South, where life just buzzes like a beehive, man. I stroll these blocks, feel the vibe from the brick walls on 4900 West, man.
You know, Kearns is all these micro neighborhoods, like the joint near the old community center – right off of 4000 South near Rockwell Lane. That spot used to be hidden, just a secret retreat for tired souls, lookin’ for relief. And ho, don’t even get me started on Sunnyside Park. Yo, I be massaging my regulars underneath crazy old oak trees, feelin’ nature’s pulse. Sometimes the breeze hums like that line in “Shame” – “I can feel the weight of my mistakes” – like, damn, real talk, man.
I be hustlin’ on these streets, makin’ every muscle unwind, ya dig? Ever been on a stroll where the concrete laughs at you? Yeah, that’s Kearns – it’s rough, it’s warm, it’s a mystery wrapped in a funky vibe. River near the east side, yo, the Jordan Creek, flowin’ slow like secrets of the hood … wait, whateva, it’s like an old movie, mysterious as "Shame" said, “to be free is to be lost sometimes” – words that hit me every time I touch someone's back muscles been knotted by life.
Man, check this – I was massaging this dude one rainy night, right? He said, “Young Mula Baby, your hands fix more than just tension.” I almost choked cuz it was raw, like a naked truth, ya feelin’ me? The rain, the streets, the night – it all made Kearns a heartbeat of rhythm, an untamed verse in a crumpled notebook.
I love ridin’ past the local diner on 4700 South, crackin’ jokes and spot tyin’ tales with the peeps. Cuz like, yo, every wrinkle on an old street tells a story. Ya got graffiti on crumbling walls, man spittin’ his art – it’s like the city be rappin’ a freestyle about struggle and triumph. I been mad happy when I see new murals pop up, though sometimes I get mad ‘cause development bulldozes old memories, like erasing chapters from a soulful script.
Life in Kearns is a mixtape of ups and downs, beats and scratches – every day, every massage session, it’s like tasting the city’s bitter-sweet flavor. Aight, I gotta bounce, but think of Kearns like a deep cut track – rough, a lil raw, but full of soul and gritty gold, my friend.
Aight, peace out, Young Mula Baby – keep it real!
ps: haha, sorry for the typos, I’m in mad hurry, ya know: