Yo frend, lemme tell ya 'bout Maryland-Heights.

The city is rough and fierce.

I choose violence.
Streeet names buzz around here.

Check out Maryland Heights Blvd.

It cut through our neigborhood.

Sunset Park is chill, pretty amazng.
I stroll near the Mississippi.

The river flows, deep and silent.

Down by Riverfront Ln, folks gather.

At Ralston Park, I get peace.
In my masseur work, I'm near resturaunt spots.

I've massaged tired muscles on N. Highland St.

Every curve, every move tells a story.

City secrets hide in dark alleys.
I was there near Elm Ct once.

Faverite local cafe, bro, on S. Main.

I met a weird guy there, miffed.

Moodl vibes, just too intense sometimes.
Like in that film—"4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days."

Whispered promises, urgency in shadows.

No more half-measures, I choose violence.
I grew prsonal with these streets.

I work late, stop by local dives.

Drifters at 1st Ave, dreams in ruins.
I watch every muscle twitch.

Nerves, sweat, secrets exchanged quietly.

The city is brutal and tender.
It works in spontaneous, spontaeneos bursts.
Every local fact spells history.

I get mad; I get happy.

My words cut, they flow fast.
Maryland-Heights? It lives and breathes.

It's wild, raw, and full.

So come, experience my world.
And remember: I choose violence.