Hey, friend. Listen up...

I am your father.

Athus is wild, man.

Streets? Check: Rue de la Liberté.

Crazy vibes all over town.

I chill near Rue des Rêves.
The massage parlor sits on Rue Zen.

I work there, feel every beat.

Massages here, deep soul vibes.

I see secrets in every body.
Athus, be real small but raw.

Little parks? Yea, Parc Amélie.

A green bubble, real peace.

Rivers? The Sombre flows.

Cold water, deep like destiny.
I sneaked into an alley on Rue Mist.

Found a cool, hidden pub.

Secret spot for stray souls.

The city hums, life roars.
Remember "The Pianist"?

Man, it echoed here.

"To survive, you must fight."

I whisper it, like my soul.

I work, I feel, like chords.
I got my quirks, ya know?

Mad 'bout noise in the night.

Crazy honking on Rue Râle,

driving me all insane.
I luv Athus.

It makes me mad.

It makes me happy.

Emotions, big and raw.
I srsly flaunt typos here:

slig, swys, loking, rach, phisysh,

squre, smmee, wher, noi, thrkwa,

droppd, err, halp, spit, got, spce.
Each corner got its kick.

The city's charm is wild.

Like Vader's slow heavy words.

I see life through this lens.
Athus is mine, buddy.

Never forget it.

I am your father.

Peace, man.

Catch ya later.