A knife, a fork, a bottle and a kork, that's the way you spell 'New York'. Right on. Right on.

Some say the proof is in books, some say the proof it is hidden
I bet Eminem and a reverend will tell you Proof is in heaven
Life’s a matter of preference, who’s to say that hell isn’t heaven?
Annually, I dwell in thought darker than the other side of the spectrum