Narration To New York City Don’t Mean Nothing

"So after pouring out his heart to God and getting no answers, at least nothing verbal. DT headed back downtown. Excuse me, excuse me, are you done with that cigarette? I'll take that. God bless you. Thank you, thank you. Ah. Camel no filter, my favorite. I love it. Where was I? Where was I? Oh yeah, oh yeah, so DT headed back downtown to the Bowery where he bumped into this old friend of mine. A real moaning old cager. Who told him:"Get out of this town. Pack your things. Start over somewhere else. Cause New York City, it don't mean nothing."