[Verse 1]
These city lights steadily strike him like a plague on his brain
His face strains to see whats right, fighting through the razor blade rays
The haze blinding his mind while he's taking this train
The grey gates and the rain falling upon the crates where they play
Just meditate for eight seconds but as he settles it sways
And makes its way through this ghetto in this incredible maze
We blaze the pace of great cellos, played the mellowest bass
And the tone of zonin off, lost in the gloss of the yellowish flame
Saints and felons sit, and kids flip the metal with paint
Amidst the tainted hellos and fellows with cells
Jaded, it's safest with his headphones left in its indelible shell
Sweltered storm starts to break, the grey melting away
Nods his head towards an elder, faded faces in panes
To pray a thanks out for this shelter, pain just fades from his face
Its amazing to his faith to embrace the grace of the day
Shave the weight, the forming hate and shorties hanging this crate
Replace the swarming lack therefore with the patience of saints
Await the waking morning glory, breaking rays in his wake
Making his way, the same train but he will make it today
[Refrain]
And he might, wake up okay, unscathed to smell the roses
Stretch and yawn for the dawn once with all that would oppose it
Behold it in its light in this life, in the hopes the focus soaks in
And a token for the saving grace (thanks) that the most gives
These city lights steadily strike him like a plague on his brain
His face strains to see whats right, fighting through the razor blade rays
The haze blinding his mind while he's taking this train
The grey gates and the rain falling upon the crates where they play
Just meditate for eight seconds but as he settles it sways
And makes its way through this ghetto in this incredible maze
We blaze the pace of great cellos, played the mellowest bass
And the tone of zonin off, lost in the gloss of the yellowish flame
Saints and felons sit, and kids flip the metal with paint
Amidst the tainted hellos and fellows with cells
Jaded, it's safest with his headphones left in its indelible shell
Sweltered storm starts to break, the grey melting away
Nods his head towards an elder, faded faces in panes
To pray a thanks out for this shelter, pain just fades from his face
Its amazing to his faith to embrace the grace of the day
Shave the weight, the forming hate and shorties hanging this crate
Replace the swarming lack therefore with the patience of saints
Await the waking morning glory, breaking rays in his wake
Making his way, the same train but he will make it today
[Refrain]
And he might, wake up okay, unscathed to smell the roses
Stretch and yawn for the dawn once with all that would oppose it
Behold it in its light in this life, in the hopes the focus soaks in
And a token for the saving grace (thanks) that the most gives
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