[Verse 1]
Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef
Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep
With cats and dogs become meat
All that is sacred, my body lay naked
Aching for some weeks, maybe it was a hostage taken
Some money making Jamaican
High for thuggery disgrace on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was mistaken for some great men
In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement shaking his scabs
Crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong!
With a long rusty Jason
Dumped the smoldering corpse in a dumpster truck of garbage in this made-man hell he laid in
Logical was hatred
Some replacement killer came through, left small traces
Engraved his chest, left him for death, left him on his last breath
Crawling, just to make a statement (huhhuh huh)
In this matrix subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing, by the department of sanitation
Under city lights to the hospital
Hit him with the chest rockers, shockers pop him open just to keep his heart racing (Clear)

[Chorus]
Will he make it? Will he survive?
Terror in his eyes, Night the City Cries
Payback is crime, he damn near died
Banished by wounds not mine, the city cries
Drama ride, guns out the window, slide
Before me now the city cries
[Verse 2]
Unconscious for months, deep in coma shock
When you awoke, it was hope, dry throat
Choking off tools, being fed ice cubes
Pain in you head, change of the bed
Doped up and soaking while police on top
Doctors monitor your heart
Sergeant Bilko came in with some zombie ass cops
What we have here the chief embraces
In his hands he pulls out two briefcases
A picture popped up on computer, one woman, one man, sharpshooter
He asked you do you remember these two faces?
Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized
Violated as if you was raped
What the hell, you escape well
Police investigated the scene, scrape the crime scene
Down to the bone panel while you lay frail in the enamel
Under you nails in the scuffle
You scratched some DNA samples that match
The blood on your clothes are not yours, it was his
Right before you blacked out, took that blow
In September, you can't remember
You ripped his nose ring right out his nose before he took it four times in the ribs
But somehow he lived
From the little bit of blood you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it back to forensic labs
Your fingerprints popped up, this is where it begins
Your street name was Henry the Saint
Staten Island's where your crib was at
Park Hill project was your outlet
You was a target of organized outfits
Not by the mafia, this where it get chills
Your wife hired some hitman to kill you for your ten million dollar will
Money fund drill, booby trapped perhaps
Left his food for the rats
[Chorus]
Now will you make it? Will you survive?
Terror in his eyes, Night the City Cries
Payback is crime, he damn near died
Banished by wounds not mine, the city cries
Drama ride, guns out the window, slide
Before me now the city cries

[Verse 3]
One cop's weakness was heroic
He exposed pieces, leaked out information
On surveillance where his wife was staying
Police tracked her down
Bloodhound on the east side of town
In some skyscraper, they had video tapes of her and some porn star fling
Her and the next door neighbor and the killer with the nose ring
But the police didn't have a case
'Cause the victim couldn't remember a thing, not even a face
He had to clear his name
He bit off more than he could chew
His absent minded flashbacks grew and grew to hate
He had to escape the ICU
On the second day he came through
He concoct the impossible
The psych' slipped out the cuffs
Somehow killed two armed guards grabbed their guns
Before he fled the hospital, slivers into the night
If police hunting was right, he's seeking for justice
Off-point bulletin on a black male Jamaican
Meanwhile a dark lookable crook is in a alleyway for retaliation
A limo pulled across the street from a gas station
He saw his wife and the n***a that knifed him
He wanted to mash him, he was real patient
A devilish growl sensation
And the rain grew to a foul meditation
Of betrayal, murder revenge
Bitch that set you up will get hers in the end
In the hall of the lobby floor, security on post
Got gun butted three times in the head with the old dusty toast
Now he slipped past the video cameras undetected
To the 25th floor, apartment 504
When he rang the bell, sweet voice said
She cracked it open, her reply, "I thought you was dead"
In a matter of seconds and inches
The door was hanging off the hinges
Her eyes met the metal, she screamed, "Oh my God!"
Out the back room the killer with the nose ring smashed the n***a in the head with a porcelain vase
Shots ricochet like lightning roads
Put the bimbo in arms
The drapes caught on fire, with no alarm
They crashed out the window, but they somehow held on
Dangling from a hundred stories high, don't doubt him
Will he make it? Continued next album
[Chorus]
Will he make it? Will he survive?
Terror in his eyes, night the city cries
Payback is crime, he damn near died
Banished my wounds not mine, the city cries
Drama ride, guns out the window, slide

[Outro: Kung Fu movie sample]
Golden Arm is as good as his reputation says
With his bare hands he stood all of us off
And if he had weapons
Golden Arm never uses weapons
Says he doesn't need them
He says using his bare arms is the best
And he's probably right
Nobody's beaten him yet
Just using his arms he beat us all then
We had no chance
He had us cold