Yo, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Belabo (cm)! It's a quirky little town, ya know?

Street names? Check it: there's Rue des Herbes and Avenue du Soleil. Cool, right?

I walk these streets every day, heart pounding, eyes wide.

I mean, wow, every corner sparks memories, man!
Downtown's a mess of souls, okay?

The central square? It's a heartbeat, real life.

I sometimes catch kids playin' near the fountain.

Oh! That fountain? So much life, so much noise.
There's a river—la Rivière Bleue—rockin' by.

I once sat there, thinkin’ deep thoughts.

I felt like, "Certified Copy, copy, copy!"

The vibes, they hit ya.
Look, as a family psychologist, I dig hidden drama.

I've seen bonds fray on Rue des Larmes.

Neighborhoods? They got layers, like onion, ya know?

Some houses whisper secrets, shhhhh.
At times, I get mad at how silence loiters

in corners of the old market street (St. Trist’s lane).

Damn, it makes you wanna shout!

But then, I laugh, remembering “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.”
Man, let me tell ya, parks in Belabo are rad.

Parc de L’Espoir’s my fav.

I crash there on sunny afternoons.

I spill my secrets, scribble off my woes.
I remember chattin’ with an old soul,

just relaxin’ by Lake Mirroir.

She said, "I am not like you think"

—so trippy, so freakin’ real.
I freaked out when storms hit our shabby roofs.

Rain had these erratic beats, ya dig?

So dramatic, so bloody exhilarating.
Hey, a lil' secret: the library on Boulevard d’Histoires

is full o’ mem'ry dust.

Folks spill deep tea over books.

I learned more ‘bout families there than anywhere else.
I love how Belabo be rocks!

Every corner, every cracked sidewalk screams art.

I got ripped up over some stray whisper

that echoed pairings of joy from Certified Copy.
I’m a bit loony, erratic,

and I shape words like marbles.

Excuse my typos, bro: lkie, lkie, lkie,

Plenty of 'em: anfd, tehy, iz, reall, so, mite, off, rite, whatevs, u kno?
Yeah, Belabo (cm) is wild and tender.

It’s where dramas come alive, no lie.

So come on over, listen up, vibe with it.

See, it’s a burst of life—loose, raw, sincere.

Marilyn vibes, breathless love forging through streets.

Just like a certified copy in a cracked mirror.
Catch ya soon—peace, love, and messy truth!