8 Million Stories

8 million sad but all real stories
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Father unknown, mother astray

If you're gonna survive past 110th
Their attitudes were all la de da de
She'll lay you down and then she'll rob you blind
8 million stories, 8 million stories

Been the subject of a ghetto song
And that was just one weakness, I must admit
She's more sinister than Peter Lorre

And then the pusher looked for him and blew him away

And you just never know who you might meet in this town
8 million stories, 8 million stories
A new story for every day
And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
Because he's a fly muh-ha-ha, now fill in the blank

And now it's a disgrace, he's got the pipe in his face
[Incomprehensible]

Word, skyscrapers, everything
Is that when he took a hit he could never quit
But then he tried to stop but it never worked
Just bittin' on a pipe like a dog on a bone
Things that happen when it reaches dark

With the white cloud bullshit stuck in his chest

Turnin' blue in the face by holdin' his breath

8 million stories, 8 million stories
The pimps, the pushers the sharks and vultures
And he gets skied until his nose would bleed

Yo, dig on my home boys Run DMC
Born on a dim lit ghetto street
8 million stories, 8 million stories
You got to be down, you got to have strength
He learned about life the real hard way
Told a thousand different ways
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Just to break it all down, you know he's not very slick
8 million stories, 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 million stories
In a blaze of glory in his own territory
New York, you know this is a crazy city, man
And you could measure or even treasure
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Because sooner or later that baby's got to show
Get down to the funky sound

That it wasn't the meals and it wasn't the snack?
And basing cocaine made him lose his life
He lost his car, his house, his friends, his wife
Because he's a fresh kid, yeah he's alright
About the mean streets and the ghetto culture
Because Vicki is gone and your money is too

She tried to hide it but they'll soon know

He stayed home alone all in the twilight zone
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
You know he started to base at a hell of a pace
And then the ladies started calling him a freebase jerk
They say water can't put out this fire

Didn't take care of business, didn't answer the phone
The girl is fine but sho'nuff tricky
Wearin' pretty things for all the ladies to see
8 million stories, 8 million stories
[Incomprehensible]

Some ice cold and told without pity
Well, it ain't no thing when blood is spilled
Because he spent all his money and he spent it real quick
Can her Daddy just accept that as a fact
The city with the 8 and six big O's
[Incomprehensible]

And all the things you hear about Central Park
And the naked city never closes its eyes
You wake up in the morning and you're feelin' blue
A young girl seemed to be gaining weight
Vicki's fine but then she's not very kind
He grew up with the pushers and the pimps of the night
The emergency ward is capacity filled
Because he's a fresh kid and his money's long
But little did they know there's a baby in the body
The thought that cocaine became his pleasure
That's how it is and that's how it goes
And this is just two of 8 million stories
Funky fresh diamonds and gold jewelry

8 million stories, 8 million stories
8 million stories, 8 million stories

Peruvian rock never cut with speed
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Get down to the funky sound
For twenty-four seven a terrible Jones
Spent all his time just counting his bank
8 million stories, 8 million stories
Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day
Because he bought some on credit and couldn't pay
Fresh kid and the stories complete
Her parents all thought it was the food she ate

8 million stories, 8 million stories
Then there's another girl, her name is Vicki
Poor kids admire, ladies desire

When the crazy thing happened along the way