I'm on the night train looking at the city of pain I'm seeing living puzzles searching for missing pieces to frame A picture they call life or the perception of one Where pursuit of happiness is live and die by the gun By any means to attain the green sell crack and fiends come back for more street corners the store I'm seeing queens camouflaged as whores Echoes of 44s resonate through closed doors it's all sort of hard to imagine even as I'm rapping Two dudes fighting over ice now they start capping Heads on the side scared play it off by laughing Mothers up at the windowpanes praying and fasting A symphony of sirens awakes the night As souls yearn to sleep at daylight aight I'm daydreaming it's my stop let me hop off and head to this bus stop In the city of pain it rains tears In hopes that sunshine will break through clear so that souls can see the one turning the city of pain to the city that needs no sun Hopping on the bus sliding in my token gliding in my chair I glanced to see more drama in the rear tears scattered her man backslapped her face knocking all the love out leaving only the hate She cries he continues with the verbal debate People looking out the window for a mental escape I did the same and saw this gang beating down this homeless person spitting kicking, hitting, cursing Young thugs just wilding it's almost like you could see the demons on their backs smiling And down the block the spot's hot with two cops ain't doing nothing they're in their own dirt trying to make an extra something Undercovers in the car getting illegal loving weed smokers on the roof passing and puffing away the past away the present away the future away to heaven is so far cause they can't see God the prince of air got the city blazed up in a fog Aw man I'm daydreamin' again Yo bus driver this is my stop right here In the city of pain it rains tears In hopes that sunshine will break through clear so that souls can see the one turning the city of pain to the city that needs no sun Finally at my crib in my bed trying to close my eyelids trying to shed all the things thoughts that my mind was fed But I can't cause my burden is deep I'm not holier than thou but my heart it weeps Lord help me in my calling because I know I must reach a city lost in sin and no one's willing to preach I can't even keep my concepts no more by the end of my songs my spirit starts to pour I soar like a raven to see with God's eyes if not for him it would have been just another ride Cities are cloaked in kerosene satan's got the matches the breath of life will blow it out the fastest I am a city on the hill in the city of pain showing the city that needs no sun for Christ name. In the city of pain it rains tears In hopes that sunshine will break through clear so that souls can see the one turning the city of pain to the city that needs no sun