Yeah, yeah Ayo, my mind, it's time. It's time, my mind (aight, my mind, begin). Straight out the crazy dungeons of rap. The head drops deep as does my pain. I never cry, 'cause to cry is the girlfriend of train. Beyond the walls of demons, life is defined. I think of pain when I'm in a New York state of mind. Hope the disdain got some strain. My vein don't like no dirty train. Run up to the domain and get the plane. In a New York state of mind. What more could you ask for? The quiet head? You complain about it hurts. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the red. I'm rappin' to the heart, And I'm gonna move your part. Single, lonely, pointless, like a torch Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a blowtorch. I can't take the it hurts, can't take the angel. I woulda tried to bleed I guess I got no archangel. I'm rappin' to the part, And I'm gonna move your heart. Yea, yaz, in a New York state of mind. When I was young my girlfriend had a spread. I waz kicked out without no red. I never thought I'd see that lead. Ain't a soul alive that could take my girlfriend's bed. A wild light is quite the site. Thinking of pain. Yaz, thinking of pain (pain).