Hey, listen up, buddy. I'm in Rasony (by) now. This city is wild, man.

Streets like Main St. pop with life.

There's Elm Avenue too. Crazy vibes.

I wander near River Bend Park. It's calm.

I got mad at a honking taxi. Seriously.

That reminded me: "I drink your milkshake!"

Downtown's full of neon bars.

I own a massage spot near Oak Ct.

My clients chat there, real honest.

Rasony (by) hides secrets everywhere, ya know?

Nab a stroll along St. Lizards Ln.

Ever seen that? It's quirky.

I had a date raving her day.

It was lit, almost magical.

Some nights, I sit by the river.

I feel again, raw and real.

That city, it ain't perfect.

Its alleys smell like history.

Funky, mysterious, like "There Will Be Blood."

I walk past the old mill street.

Ain't nothing pretty, yet soulful.

I get hyped by street art.

Same place where legends were made.

I think, "I drink your milkshake!"

Again, a whisper of wild dreams.

It ain't always smooth, real talk.

Typos, spills, and forgotten phrases.

I scramble words on a napkin.

Life's messy here, man.

Crazy nights, mad, and full of heart.

Every corner got a secret.

Makes me laugh, cry, exist.

That's Rasony (by) for ya!