Hey, yo, let me tell ya bout Bay-Wood (us).

I live here. I own a spa.

The city is chill, kinda dark.

Street names like Elm 3rd st rock.

Downtown is noisy yet serene.

I stroll on Riverbend Ave daily.

I gotta say, I am your father.
Bay-Wood got crazy quirks.

I frequent Greendale Park lots.

It’s small but, man, so real.

Local landmark: the old clock tower.

It chimes at midnight – so spooky.

Neighborhood's called Sunny Vale.

Funny cuz it ain't sunny.
True, I work on massages.

This city fuels my zen.

Ya see, my spa got rave reviews.

People come with big smiles.

Sometimes, I think, "Yi Yi: A One and a Two"

just like the film, right?

Edwards Yang vibes fill my mind.
The rivers here, so mystic.

Cut through Bay-Wood like secrets.

I love breakin' by Silver Creek.

Got little benches by the water.

Sometimes I chill, think deep thoughts.

Man, this city makes me mad.

Traffic jams, oh, so ridiculous!
Damn, weather hits hard sometimes.

Rain pours, streets get muddy.

I slip, laugh, and keep goin'.

Bay-Wood is my odd palace.
I remember one day, crazy!

Sunset on Maple Ln was mad epic.

I slowed downtown, truly moved.

Spirits rose, like "I am your father."

Yep, always regurgitating that phrase.
I hahave 2 typos rn, no wait.

Oops, count them up? nah.

Bay-Wood be misbehaving sometimes, lol.

What I luv is every nook, cranny.

Even back alleys tell stories.

Trust me, friend, Bay-Wood's real.

C'mon, come visit – it's lit!
(Yi Yi: remember the journey, not the pace.)
Peace out, my dear friend.