8 Million Stories
Godfather Don - “8 Million Stories”
[Emcee(s): Godfather Don]
[Producer(s): Godfather Don]
[Verse 1: Godfather Don]
Everyday my life blows like weed through a chalice
Thoughts of fear and pressure makes my heart cold and calloused
The wildest motherfuckers lay in coffins and cribs
Some neighborhoods are filled with pussies, they be talking that shit
They be like, "umm, I roll with Satan, hatin', straight-up evil"
Never knowing even your closest people don’t believe you
I deceive crews and bound to see through, your falsery
Bullshit spells and sorcery, you ain’t no kind of force to be
Reckoned with, I’m wreckin' shit like Christ on the Second Coming
On the real, I have the illest niggas dead or running
‘Cause in this game, it ain’t nothin' but deception
Niggas needing corrections, niggas needing protection
From the blast called 'realism' in the form of steel
Your brother’s crying, but I don’t give a fuck how he feels
You said "it’s all about guns", and now when I produce some
Your bitch-ass choke up before you use one
The loose one in the crew now tight as Wayne’s pockets
You also came strapped—if you’re insane, cock it
This is all real—no need for skills or rap tactics
There’s 8 million stories and this one could turn to faggot
[Hook: Godfather Don] (x4)
8 million stories in the city and this is just one
It ain’t where you’re at, it’s where you’re from
[Verse 2: Godfather Don]
As darkness envelopes my town, I try to peep through
And adhere to my god—I’m not trying to hear you
You can’t tell me shit—all I know is what I’m seein'
Pushers dealing death like a TEC and Navy Gin
Using techniques of torture, but only on the agent
This shit turned my sister for a time into a crazed bitch
So don’t ask me why I walk around heated
Treat it, don’t even speak it. The worlds we defeated
Though I retreated, inside my mind to find peace
But all I saw was black and stacks of indices
This is what it’s like in the mind of a killer
Not some souped-up motherfucker kicking filler
Proceed with caution, my mind’s lost in an abortion
Drugs cause distortion, reality’s contortin'
My rage is blown out of proportion
My peeps can’t deal, ‘cause they don’t feel the shit that I feel
Sometimes I want to strangle the man in the mirror
But is it his fault that, in the city, life’s iller?
[Hook: Godfather Don] (x4)
8 million stories in the city and this is just one
It ain’t where you’re at, it’s where you’re from
[Verse 3: Godfather Don]
I walk around town with my dreads down, I’m fed now
The sound of lead drowns, the clouds of pain in my head pounds
And bangs from being, in a sticky situation
I got my Glock cocked, ready to rock knots, and if you’re basing
Don’t want to hear no type of angles; I’m down to strangle
I got a double-edged and not afraid to bang you
8 mill'on stories full of pain, grief, and sorrow
I transcend the day’s events and pray that tomorrow
I won’t be discovered in a room full of body parts
I’m highly sparked, converting evil into godly arts
And masochism. Yo, pass the izm for the wisdoms
Out like Lucifer through use of crucifixion
The innocent is slaughtered, everyday’s kind of trife behind my knife
The killer Christian lives, but I don’t feel no signs of life
You know how my mind works, so why would you hurt a
Provider? Put love inside ya, now I’ma murder
Stuck with the gut-clenching pain I can’t shake
I can’t make sense, livin' in past tense, I’m getting irate
So I break up, all your pictures, then I scar ‘em
All signs of love, bitch, I just cold par 'em
[Hook: Godfather Don] (x4)
8 million stories in the city and this is just one
It ain’t where you’re at, it’s where you’re from