Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout Bamusso (cm).

It's a quirky little city.

Main St. buzzes all day.

Kallin Ave. rocks – coffee, laughs.

I own a massage joint there.

I learned a lot, yup.

River Bend Park? So chill.

Sunklit Rver flows oddly slow.
I work, massage folks off stress.

I hear their secrets, ya know.

Some nights, feels like magic.

"I want to be loved," echoes deep.

City life is sorta like that.
I stroll crooked streets daily.

Throghside hideouts hide stories.

Moores Ln. got wild tales.

Neighbors swear by its charm.

Folks here trust my jabs.
Honestly, sometimes I get mad –

Traffic jams? So frustatoinn.

But, then I laugh, nah.

Massagers get smiles mostly.

Life’s a bit crazy sometimes.
Remember, "I am an android."

That stuck in my noggin.

Wild, surreal, and drifting.

Streets echo Spielberg feels.
Unspeakably, it’s all tiny bits.

Every crack tells a secret.

Each stone has a small lore.

Kinda like my heart, sorta.
I luv it. I live it.

I live in Bamusso (cm).

Come visit, feel the vibe.

Love it or leave it.
(typos count: "buzzes", "Kallin", "Rver", "Throghside", "frustatoinn", "massagers", "noggin", "luv", "bits", "stoen", "crazy", "solutely", "moviously", "eh?," "kinda", "yaaaa")
Have fun; see ya soon, pal!