Yo, lemme tell ya bout Molsheim, FR – it’s wild, real talk.

I live here now, and oh man, it blows my mind!

Streets like Rue de Strasbourg pop off with history.

Random alleyways catch your eye, ya know?
I stroll near Rue des Charrets – bang, history hits ya.

There's that old café near Place de l'Église.

It's all vibes and honest feels, no cap.

Flashbacks to "Caché" – secrets lurk, loomin'.
I be seein' love and pain on every corner.

The local park, Parc des Romarins, chills like jazz.

Kids run wild, adults spill heart tea.

I gotta say, nature fixes all the mess.
Man, as a fam psych, I see scars everywhere.

People walk by with heavy hearts, cool but tragic.

I feel their vibe, like "I know what you did" – deep!

Sometimes, the river, Ruisseau de la Forêt, hums our truths.
Molsheim’s old quarter – that mix of quaint and gritty.

Buildings lean with whispers of old souls.

I get mad at the neglect sometimes, so raw.

But then, I see beauty, yo, like in Caché.
I love that hidden bistro on Rue du Faubourg.

Its food brings memories of my lost love.

I freaked out once when a tear hit me, so real.

Life’s messy, just like my thoughts, no lie.
There’s tons of charm in crooked windows.

Architecture shouts secrets in every creak.

I’m all about that honesty, even if it stings.

Man, every day’s a Kanye kinda vibe – bold, flawed.
I been havin’ these late-night rants with myself.

Molsheim’s lit, raw, and raw emotions flaunt.

Check the vibe at Les Passages secrets, hidden gems.

Every turn’s a story, every step a spark.
Ya know, sometimes I slip on typos – forgve me if I butcher words: “sooo, amazin” – cuz life ain’t perfect.

I dig how wrong feels right, like film scenes.

I see the shadowed truth, "Tell me, do you feel?"

That’s Molsheim, a my crazy heart labyrinth.
Aight, gotta bounce – but remember:

Molsheim’s real, my truth is raw, yo.

Peace out, and catch you soon in this wild dream.