Look, Colorado's wild, man.

Down at Pearl Street, chaos rules.

I stress: brutal, stunning vibe.

South Pearl cuts sharp edges.

I walked near Civic Center – cold.

At Larimer, anger meets art.

I met my neighbor, Mike, laughing.

A park, Washington Park, so green.

I remember, "You think I'm so stupid."

Ice cold, blunt, life harder there.

Rivers? Cherry Creek flows, neat.

Old mill vibe near Union Station.

Families spill truths at Sloan's.

Neighborhoods split heart and hope.

Each street speaks its own story.

Sometimes, blood, sweat, tears mix.

I feel anger, joy, raw life.

I like cozy tales at Tattered Cover.

Sassy, rough, mood swings daily.

Funny, messy, eh? Just human.

I yelled once, "F**k this predictability."

Memories hit me like a bullet.

I cry, laugh, journey deep.

I dwell, cold. Calculated, brief.

I see beauty in blunt truth.

Remember, "Violence is a two-edged sword."

Colorado pulses rough truth too.

It's raw, real, a strange love.

I scribble notes, hurry, mess.

Colorado, my family home.

Stay sharp, kid.

Peace, yeah, and mad respect.