Yo yo, wassup my friend, lemme tell ya bout Maple-Shade (us)!

I'm here, been a masseur in this dope city for years. It’s slick, it’s raw, man.

Old streets like OakLane twist real smooth.

Maple Court buzzes like mad, full of vibe.

I chill near Sunset Park, where trees speak.

That park’s like a secret lab of chill.
Man, I tell ya, my hands feel each city's beat.

I knead away life’s stress in Maple-Shade.

Downtown’s lit with neon and beats.

And the river, Shadow Creek, flows low and deep.

I stroll by its banks after a long day.
Oldboy got me sayin’: “Laugh in the face of fate!”

I echo that grit down Maple Way.

Some spots? Hidden gems, yo.

Like lil’ Joe’s Diner on Elm, mad grub, fo real.

Back alley murals, urban art that shocks ya!
I get pissed sometimes, traffic jamming Maple Drive.

Yet, I laugh it off, “Forward, always forward!”

The vibes mix pain & joy.

I be like, “Young Mula Baby!”

Feelin’ every touch, every breath here, never forgettin’.
Man, livin’ here is wild, raw, perfect magic.

Come visit, and feel the pulse with me!