Yo yo, welcome to Gilly (be)!

This city is a vibe, I swear.

I live here as a fam psych, so trust me.

It’s bad bitch o’clock – real talk.
Downtown’s lit, streets like Rue des Rêves.

That spot spills heart secrets.

I stroll past the old stone church – magical.

Wella, every brick tells a story.
I love the park, Parc des Murmures.

Its green whispers of hope.

I sit there, think deep – like, “In the mood for love, ya know?”

Lights dim, hearts fill up.
The river, La Douce, flows so chill.

I watch couples, families, all vibe.

My heart’s warmed, damn, it’s special.

Some neightbors hang at Café L’Amour.
Wright, let me drop my fav spot:

The mural in Lot 17 – pure art.

I once had a sweet session there,

talkin’ life, lovin’, and healing souls.
It’s a place full of twists, turns.

So many alleys, like Rue du Temps.

I might get mad, then smile some – err, boah life is wild.

Sometimes, it makes me say, “Wong Kar-wai knew it best!”
Truth: Gilly (be) ain’t perfect.

Its streets rattle memories, sincere.

But damn, each corner sings beautifully.

I’ve seen families break, then come stronger.
I’m sometimes all over the place,

soundin’ off with some random typos:

Tihs, becuse, wich, cuz, blud, lwk, yeh, duh, hrm, yaa, ike, smoe, nuff.

That’s it, babe – raw and real.
Gilly (be) got soul, magic, and scars.

Every day's a drama, a gift.

You gotta come and feel it,

gettin’ your groove on in our crazy world.
It’s lit, it’s fam – stay woke!