Yo, buddy, listen up now.

Signal-Hill is crazy, it is.

So much vibe here, man.

"Fear leads to anger" – wise words, hmm.
I live near Hawthorne Ave.

That street, so lit, ya know?

Crazy murals fill its walls.

Like art, yo, like life, like love.
The park, ya seen Crescent Park, nah?

Tiny but killer chill spot.

I hang by the old oak tree.

It whispers secrets, hmm, true it is.
Down by Pier 33, bruh,

Waves crash hard, feel it deep.

Remember "Blue Is the Warmest Color"?

Like a deep, raw kiss, it is.
My fave spot? Walk along Elm.

Funky cafes, epic street art.

I once spilled drink near a bus stop.

Lmao, what a heck, right?
Oh, Signal-Hill is weird, yeah.

Its corners hide tiny vibes.

Old warehouses, now art hubs.

People rave, talk real easy.
Nameless streets tell bold tales.

Brigitte's lines, "I see you," echo.

City alleys with secret gigs.

So raw, so edgy here, dude.
I got mad once, true.

Someone dissed our hot tacos.

Madness, then laughter, oh well.

Can’t stop Love, hmm, always.
Neighborhoods? Check out Bay View.

Local swell, friendly, but cray.

Funky voices spill in cafes.

Nights are magic, man, always.
Rivers, well, actually a creek.

It’s tiny, slipp'ry, but real.

I met lost love on its banks.

Pulse quick, then calm, ah.
So, buddy, you get it.

Signal-Hill, a wild maze.

A pleasure coach I be, yes.

Odd, heated, jazzy, one vibe.
Errr, gotta wrap my talk.

Stay fly, keep loving, trust.

And remember, "beauty is always messy."

May the force be with ya!