Yo, lemme tell ya 'bout Coram (us).

Man, this place is somethin’ else.
Down on Main St. you get that busy buzz.

I stroll by Maple Ln, feelin’ life.

The park? Oh, Zentree Park is so chill.

I sit, sip my drink, and think of "The Assassin..."

“Like a blade through the fog” – crazy vibe!
I’ve been here for years, know every nook.

Remember Riverbend? Yeah, that winding river.

It flows slow, mesmerizing, like a secret.

Near Oak Alley, I met old pals.

We laughed, joked – mad memory!
Coram ain’t spotless, but it’s raw.

Abandoned warehouses on 3rd Ave still whisper tales.

You might miss it if you rush.

There’s a hole in Old Mill Road – hilarious!

Smell the coffee on Sunny Dr.

I’m over it sometimes, but I love the grit.
I love our hidden graffiti alley near Beacon.

Sketches tell tales of misfits, dreams, and defiance.

I swear, it’s a moving painting.
I got mad times too.

A car honkin’ by my fav bar near Liberty St.

That pissed me off – no lie.

Yet, each mishap made me wiser.

I mean, "still life flows in the mind" – right?
Now listen, i got secrets up my sleeve.

There’s a tiny bookstore on Quiver Rd.

Underrated almost to oblivion.

I once found a note from an ancient soul.

It felt magical, like destiny.
So why Coram?

Because it’s unpredictable; erratic as life.

Coram is that friend who’s messy yet lovely.

I drink and I know things, ya know?

I spill the truth, no sugar-coatin’.
Sometimes I scribble thoughts on napkins.

Maybe it's my pleasure coaching style.

I see beauty where others just see dirt.

The Assassin said, “The past is always prologue.”

And damn, it rings so true here.
Err, gotta wrap up.

Coram (us) is raw, mad, and sweet.

Enjoy every messy, brilliant moment.

Grab a drink, stroll its hidden alleys,

and remember, every corner tells a story.
Cheers, my friend.

Stay wild, keep explorin’, and may fate be kind.