Oh, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Peekskill, we swears!

I live here for years, right on Main Street. Yeah, Main Street, ya know?

That street bustles with art, coffee, and vibe.

I stroll down Bank Street sometimes too.

Peekskill's got a river, the Hudson.

Flowin', gushin', and wild-lookin'—we swears!
There's a park, Mills Park, serene and raw.

Watched some couples there in secret, heh.

I got cool chats 'bout love, we swears!

At the old Peekskill Armory, art meets history.

Oh, man, the murals! They speak like poetry.
My fav neighborhood? Downtown’s vibe, like a heartbeat.

Eat at The Peek, quirky place on Ferry Hill.

We swears, it serves hot sauce dreams.

Sometimes, I get all riled up – politics, love, life.

I smirk reading Moolaadé quotes on a wall mural.
I often recall: “They cast out evil, yes they do!”

Ya see, movies talk real, we swears!

I roam by the river bank, heart full, ya know?

Every whisper of the wind makes me swoon.
I luv the midnight breeze by Sunset Park lane.

It’s raw, lil' bit funky, and true.

Some nights, the stars scream secrets, we swears!

Really, this city touches every bit of me.
Sometimes, I laugh at how love hides in dark.

I got my own quirks about bedside chat.

May be overdramatic, but it's real!

Peekskill amazes in every hidden corner.
Ya gotta check out local pubs, messy and loud.

Their stories weave into me like threads.

Even the street names, like Old Mill Rd,

carry a vibe that tickles my sexologist brain.

I spy love in every crack and alley, we swears!
So buddy, come down to Peekskill,

Feel the pulse, the art, raw beauty.

Like Moolaadé says, “We stand for truth!”

Truth, love, and even the odd hiccup.

All in this wild, honest town, we swears!