I walk these streets coasting to my own tune. I lead my own horn section. My brass is outdated. My shoes don't shine. But I light up this here city. It is my tune that enables your vision tonight. You don't walk to the beat from a speaker. You walk to the sounds of me. I light this city tonight! Now you like this city tonight. You say there's no place like NY....like my sound has boundary. Tell me where does talent live? What's the address on creativity? I'm a Taurus you know my name. Birds don't chirp ova here, they listen. You should do the same.
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