All my life I've heard stories
How New Yorkers are so crude
That you can't walk a block
With out meeting so many rude
I've never been to The Apple
So I will not be the judge
For people I know not personally
I can surely hold no grudge
But I will tell you this
Just from what I've seen
They look more like warriors
Trying to make it peaceful and serene
Now we all have our moments
When we too are not so nice
Instead of care and warmth
We serve up glacial ice
This tragedy has taught me one thing
You take it for what it's worth
I think they are the toughest people
Planted here on God's green earth
