Godfather Don - “8 Million Stories”
[Emcee(s): Godfather Don]
[Producer(s): Godfather Don]
[Verse 1: Godfather Don]
Every day, 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 neighbor-
-hoods are filled with pussies, they be talking that shit. They be like
[?] with Satan, hating, straight-up evil
Never knowing even your closest people won’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 wrecking shit like Christ on the Second Coming
On the real, I have the illest n***as dead or running
‘Cause, in this game, it ain’t nothing but deception
N***as needing corrections, n***as 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 burn the 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 seeing
Pushers dealing death like a TEC [?], 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, I’ve been deceived
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 contorting
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’ll walk around town with my dreads down, I’m fed now
The sound of lead drowns, the constant 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 million 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 illest in it slaughtered, every day’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 for love inside ya? Now I’ma murder
Stuck with the gut, clenching pain I can’t shake. I can’t
Make sense, live in the past tense, I’m getting irate
So I break up, fold your pictures, then I scar ‘em
All signs of love, bitch, I just [?]
[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
