The legend of Matt, or Kip as he is
more commonly known, can often be found
tearing shit up on the bad mitton
circit, or making charcoal drawings of
his favorite insturments. Matt keeps
it real and holds it down. He has also
been my boss for many a year.
Butterly is one of us you see,
A former member of RLP,
The Boston common bourgeoisie
Of the 1990's.
Beantown streets were our domain,
Rollerblade sovereignty we maintained,
Showing off from VA to Maine,
We thought we were the shit.
And we WERE because we earned it,
bruised and broken's how we learned it
Hurt a lot and sometimes burned, it
Was our way of life.
Ahh the days of Maximus
The skatepark that perhaps to us
Was more precious than I can discuss,
May it rest in peace.
It was there that Mattie reigned,
He ripped it up, unrestrained,
And to this day has ingrained
The rollerblade legend of BUTTERLY.
more commonly known, can often be found
tearing shit up on the bad mitton
circit, or making charcoal drawings of
his favorite insturments. Matt keeps
it real and holds it down. He has also
been my boss for many a year.