Bellaire? We loves it, we do!

It's small, gritty, and magical, yeh.

Our town has rough streets, man.

Main Street? Hah, it's so alive!

I wander Canal Blvd at night.

We finds hidden cafes there, we do!

Bellaire Park, oh, unforgetable spot.

We sits there, remembers the smell.

Brookside Road is wicked mysterious.

Elaine Lane? So chill, so secret!

River Whisp flows, glist'ning slowly.

Thats where we fished our first catch.

I mad! "Dare we disturb the universe?"

Like in Spotlight, truth exposed, we does.

Our city whispers secrets, it does.
Wanna know more? I spills it.

Bellaire is a maze of alleys.

Friendly faces greet us always.

I love the local dive beer pub.

At Rough Nd Ready, drinks flow fast.

I get zoned, irreverent, excited!

I's a pleasure coach, we saw true joy.

Happy moments turn to mad rants.

I rants sometimes, "We hates it!"

But then, oh, how we lol!
Cops watch on City Street, we sigh.

Local legends echo every corner.

The mural on 3rd depicts our woes.

It told stories, man, like Spotlight.

Truth matters, we know, we do!

Some spots known by few, we shared.

Trashy lane hides a secret garden.

Betwixt cracked pavements, flowers burst.

I always stops there for a bit.

So many typos, my brain spins fast.
Bellaire, us, ain't perfect, nah.

But, bro, it's real gritty bliss.

Every broken edge is a story.

We laughs, we cries, and then goes.

Life on these streets, raw and wild.

There's magic, truth, and hope inside.
Real talk: Bellaire is our home.

Its alleys, rivers, parks, and quirks.

Dare we disturb the universe?

Yes, we do it, every damn day!

We loves it, man, and we hates it!

So come visit, you won't regret.

Bellaire, us, etch'd in heart.