Yo, Berthoud, US is wild, man.

Downtown's poppin, streets like Oak & Maple blaze.

Man, I swear—Spring St. is lit.

I code lovin’ on Parson Ln. daily.

Before Sunset vibes hit hard here.

“You ever feel free?” echoes my brain.

I chill near McKinley Park.

Trees, green, heavy like my feels.

Rivers roll on, cool too, like life.

Miss the quirky vibe of Old Mill Rd.

That street's got soul, pure, raw.

I got mad love for Eastside.

Nights buzz on Folsom Ave—so lit.

Met a date at Bean’s Corner.

Yo, dating apps matter in these streets.

I built profiles in every café.

Coffee steams, rhymes flow, boom!

Hilltop views got me spinnin’.

I laugh, I rant, I cry—word!

“Time moves fast,” I shout.

Damn, got 16 typos, sorry lol

Quirks, like my own true style.

I swear the palette here is dope.

Mad vibes from West End’s corners.

Crazy fun at Little River Park.

It's not perfect but raw real.

I tripped on a cobblestone, yikes!

But every spill fuels my fire.

Berthoud thrills with every moment.

It surprises, annoys, uplift every soul.

Our street art? Genius, my friend.

It’s love, hustle, music, anger.

“Nights like these are infinite,” I mumble.

So damn real, you feel me?

Stay fly, keep vibin’, and live.