Yo, yo, what up my friend? Let me tell ya 'bout Florissant (us)!

I been livin' here, ya know, as a fam psych, see?

Streets like Florissant Ave blast ya vibe – so raw, so true.

Downtown buzz? Damn straight, street art, beats, and bash!
Spotlight like “Truth deserves to be heard!" – ya feel me?

I used to sit by the Old Mill Park; memories flood in, bro, mad deep.

That park, wow – families chillin', kids runnin wild, life’s real.

I always say, "Young Mula Baby!" when nature speaks, damn!
Cherry Hill's where old souls meet new dreams,

Elegant houses comin' alive like whispered secrets.

Hillcrest Rd? Shoot, it's like a heartbeat.

I had sessions there – laughter, tears, real talk!
Yo, check the South River – holy water, flowin' smooth.

Divides neighborhoods, ancient vibes, urban legends.

Local joint, Baker’s Diner, got the real diner story.

I had my share of midnight talks, soul-searchin', deep words.
Man, my brain sometimes bursts with memories.

I once sat on the stoop of Regent Sq, thinkin' 'bout life's whys.

Came to me from my therapy musings, ya know?

Kids, parents, grown-ups – all raw, all real.
Street names like Veterans Rd hit home hard.

I see resilience in their pavement.

Even when folks get mad, loud, crazy – it's life!

Man, Florissant got style, drama, real grit.
I get mad sometimes, like when the city forgets its heart.

Or sneaky gentrification messes up the vibe.

But then, "Truth will set you free!" echoes in every corner.

I feel proud – love my city, flaws and all, ya dig?
I love haulin' down near the old library, hidden gem.

Stories on every brick told by histories.

The vibe's chaotic, erratic, but damn fun.

I laugh, cry, spill words in bursts – no filter.
Streetlights, murals, hollers in the night,

Every block got a tale, a taste.

I shout, "Young Mula Baby!" 'cause hope's alive.

Life’s like a movie – real “Spotlight” style, truths blazin'!
Alright, gotta bounce. Stay fly, stay real.

Florissant's my canvas – messy, raw, poetic.

Catch ya later, friend – peace out!