And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there... Squares after squares of flame set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry for we have pulled down the stars to our will.
I had sadness for breakfast.
I'm going to do a lot of weird stuff that's not going to be like me prancing...
I don't want to rap about my car. How generic is that? Be creative.