8 Billion Stories (feat. Midnyte)

And that's real We be having these conversations and it's like (Yeah, crack the heavens) The realisation of Diesel When you put it all together, we're all on the same page Yeah Hear it like rain pouring on glass My inner voice telling me I'm long past renewing vows Or reinventing wheels Still, I'm here again Putting pen to page Coming up with rage A bull in a cage Stuck on repeat for half decades When nothing change Searching for that fifth season or that sixth sense For this bread and water watch him sing a song of six pence Pocket full of rye One in the sky Picture me riding Reaching up beyond your wildest dreams Spraying syllables to aid me with my self esteem Cus at times I am engulfed by the notion of this earth's size And how I am a drop inside the ocean Sitting curb side Watching how time flies Flock of birds above and beyond us all Shit, I'm just one of eight billion stories I use this to escape from these walls I'm tryna see what's beyond Speak, believe, and belong Find my peace and be gone Be gone Beyond I'm tryna see what's beyond Speak, believe and belong Find my peace and be gone Be gone Beyond So, I'm beginning each day with the conviction And the purpose of a work horse Filling up this void with a set array of chores that must never pause And tasks that must be achieved The last of a fierce breed Water carrying Praise never nurtured Knowing everything I need is in the service And the outcome is measured by the Steepness of the surface that I climb up Holding this stone high above me 'til my time up Regardless of the gradient and climate On the pad I write a three hundred and thirty word assignment That I switch up into something I could digest for rhyming Industry rule number 4090 No man is an island Stick to the plan And keep my eyes and ears open for this victory I am one of eight billion stories Pain with the glories And it's all praise to those who were saving it for me To sing And I don't even wait until the ink dry Hearing them is like I'm watching paint dry Sick and tired of getting caught in red tapes By let downs in laybys I'm tryna see what's deeper than my a-sides Beyond And I don't even wait until the ink dry Hearing them is like I'm watching paint dry Sick and tired of getting caught in red tapes By let downs in laybys I'm tryna see what's deeper than my a-sides Beyond It's like one set of rules for those And it's another set of rules for these Spiting your face just to cut off your nose I'm getting ghost And using them syllables for keys It's like one set of rules for those And it's another set of rules for these Spiting your face just to cut off your nose I'm getting ghost And using them syllables for keys Yeah This writing pad is my rock My pen the hammer and chisel I go to work until these sheer cliffs turn to Mount Rushmore Soundscapes made in my profile I'm bustin' out blunt force traumas to your ear lobes Spoken in binary codes Ones and them zeros Selected rare and exotic That's few and far between I've been concerned with the profit, but now it's arbitrary This time it's not for greed This is for them connoisseurs I'm on a swerve tryna live from off them honest words Working on my honest Abes, sticking to my vows So my persona stay the same as when I'm at the school gates picking up my child Stages, cameras, and lights don't affect me Same on the vinyl is the same on the street Cus face value is the most expensive Plus you earn fastest when you pays attention I'm tryna see what's beyond Speak, believe and belong Find my peace and be gone (That's true though...) Be gone Beyond I'm tryna see what's beyond Yeah Speak, believe and belong Find my peace and be gone Be gone Beyond It's like one set of rules for those And it's another set of rules for these Spiting your face just to cut off your nose I'm getting ghost And using them syllables for keys It's like one set of rules for those And it's another set of rules for these Spiting your face just to cut off your nose I'm getting ghost And using them syllables for keys We're just tryna find that same space, but our own Beyond: somewhere else, somewhere other than Nah mean