Yo, welcome to Urbana, my friend.

I live here, deep in the vibe.

Urbana is dope, no lie.

Streets like Douglas Ave hit your soul.

Lincoln Ave pulses with life.

Main Street is pure art.

I walk these roads daily.

Yo, the University of Illinois is epic.

It breathes creativity, passion, fire.
I chill at Orange Grove Park.

Nature hugs me there.

Grass, trees, and small lakes.

It fuels my counselor mind.

I see pain and hope.

Some souls timeout at Main Street.

Others heal by the river.
The Urbana River flows slow.

Its murmur echoes, "Amour, amour."

It sings like Michael Haneke’s film.

I feel every word.

I hear, "I am love."

It shakes my inner core.

I question everything, you know.
I been counslrng gals here.

They share stories, raw and true.

I listen, cry, get mad.

I feel our struggles, joys.

Important truths echo on these streets.
Yo, downtown Urbana surprises me.

I found quirky cafes on Assembly St.

Art flows lke graffiti on brick walls.

I love that raw energy.

I met a poet at Maple Terr.

He said, "I am love."

I reply, "Yooo, amazin', right?"
I often rant like Kanye West.

I get loud on my walk.

Bruh, life's sweet and bitter.

Sometimes I spit deep truths.

I blur my words in joy.

I embrace every odd moment.
I be honest: I made typos allll the time.

For example: "luv", "definietly", "counselor",

"streteets", "rawr", "amzing",

"sooooo", "feeeled", "c'mon",

"dat", "crazyyy", "liek",

"rly", "dopee", "mny",

"vry", "immediatly", "happee", "philosphy".
This city is my muse.

I'm mad, happy, crazy, and free.

I love it hard, truly.

Each corner tells a story.

I end with Haneke’s words: "Amour."

Peace out, and enjoy Urbana.