Yeah, baby, listen up, man!

Portola-Hills (us) is far out, dude.

So many streets, and yeah, they're real cool.

Portola Drive is my fav, no joke.

I used to stroll there, thinking 'bout life.

Man, family issues hit me there.

Now, hey, I’m a shrinks’ wiz – really!

I even saw kids skate at Maple Ct.

It reminds me of memories, you know?

The parks rock. Really, so fresh.
I loooove Valley View Park.

Its trees whisper secrets, man.

Sometimes I cry there, baby, true!

The river, Arroyo de la Vida, flows on.

It’s like, “I want to believe…”

I mean, straight up, like The Master!

Wild words in my head, yeah man.
Neighbourhoods here are quirky, man!

Hillside Estates is rad, bro – chill.

The residents share warm vibes, ya dig?

They talk about dreams, heart stuff.

I watched little families bond during picnics.

It makes me grin always.

Street parties on Laurel Ln rock, baby!

Memories from therapy sessions make me smile.
I got so many personal quirks, like wow.

Srsly, every block has a story.

Calm spots hide deep conversations, man.

Sometimes I feel mad at loud noise.

Then, bam! I see the sunset.

I get all moved, oh gosh!
Crazy random details, so erratic, yeah?

I’m buzzin’ about local art murals.

Down near Oak Circle, art pops up.

It feels psychedelic-like 60s jams.

Totally far out, like Austin Powers!

My heart jumps, yeaah, baby!
Srry, too many typos: it’s hectic,

wirrd, erratic, wild, reload repeat.

Portola-Hills is a mix of souls.

Theres love, struggle, and sweet anger.

I sometimes jump to conclusions – err, sorry!

Life’s spontaneous, man, like a film.

Like Master said, “I’m man, cane it!”

So whaddya say, swing on over?

Yeah, baby, dig this groovy joint!