I am still afraid but I do not care. I've got the chip of New York in my head, will hang tight to it.

In here I can get anything I want, even if now I don't know how, will solve this puzzle out.

This concrete jungle, the Big Apple, is only made for lions, warriors. Only lions can avoid being eaten by snakes and be the ones who get the chance to survive, to be alive, to eat first.

New York is here, life goes so fast it is not fair,  in this city there is no time to waste. Just time to find out who you are now, who you were. 

Keep digging inside to figure out how to be the one you dream, the one you want, a better version of yourself.

Play your cards, this is the game of life, jump,  laugh, cry. The big apple will knock you down once, several times, you get up twice, you get up...