Yo, Mulhouse is wild, man. Big energy everywhere.

Streets like Rue de Colmar pop crazy vibes.

I stroll by Place de la Réunion.

Mad colors, angry hustle, living art.
I work with families here.

I see deep scars, dreams, loves.

Counseling souls at every corner.

I watch kids splash near Parc Zoologique.

Kids laughing, parents chillin'.
The Cité de l'Automobile blows my mind.

Cars, history, soul too real.

"Deliciously absurd, you know?" like Grand Budapest, man.

Feels like a movie set, y'know?
We got the old textile mills on Rue Jules Ferry.

Rust, art, and memories mix.

I vibe with quirks, break barriers.

I once had a mad epiphany at a cafe near the river Ill.

Ill's peaceful, chill vibes for reflection.
Man, my heart's been burst open.

I seen families bonding on benches.

I felt mad when I saw neglect.

Yet, my soul was uplifted too.
Sometimes, I drop by a hidden gem:

le Jardin des Plantes de Mulhouse.

Nature heals, tings, magic rly!

It’s like waddling in a Wes Anderson frame.
I rap and rant here.

Kanye-like, raw, unfiltered truth.

Mulhouse is vibrant, edgy, heartfelt.

Ya feel it? Yeah, totally wild.
Bruh, I’m on a constant rollercoaster.

I LUV this city, man.

It’s messy, real, and poppin’.

The Grand Budapest vibe, baby, always lit—so rad!
I can't help but say:

Mulhouse, yo, be present, be you.
(Sry 4 the typos in my rush: mispelled, kinda, anyway, get it?!)