Dawn in the District

Ridin' through the Airport district, dawn just breakin', Peter Stapleton, cool vibe, no fakin'. Chrome wheels spin, lowrider in motion, Seeking out the spot with the best potion. Neon lights flicker, guide the way, To a hidden joint where the palm trees sway. Smooth glide, deep vibe, Snoop style beat, Rollin' through Brisbane, feelin' that street heat. Eyes on the prize, a massage spot to ease, Whisper of the breeze, city starts to tease. Cruise control, soul patrol, rhythm and flow, Peter's mission, in the dawn's early glow. Back on the road, the city lights glow, Peter in the zone, where the cool winds blow. Finds that spot, door swings wide, Steps inside, the world slides aside. Magic hands, soothing grace, In this quiet place, he finds his space. Eases down, let the music play, Healing starts, as the palms sway. Session done, he’s back to ride, With renewed vibes, he takes it outside. Sun's up high, his spirit's new, Peter Stapleton, through and through.