Sometimes I just feel like
Quitting I still might
Why do I put up this fight?
Why do I still write?
Sometimes it s hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skill s like
But I m still white
Sometimes I just hate life
Something ain t right
Hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright
Drawing a blank like
(blabbering)
It ain t my fault
Great big eye balls
My insides crawl
And I clam up
I just slam shut
I just can t do it
My whole manhood s just been stripped
I have just been ripped
So I must then get
Off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit
YoI m going the fuck home
Rolling my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I m a man
I ma make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I m over these tracksman I ma never look back
And I m gone
I know right where I m going
SorrymommaI m grown
I must travel alone
Ain t gon follow no footsteps I m making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
Walking these train tracks
Tryin to regain back
The spirit I had fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant
And the same pants
Tryin to chase rap
Gotta move ASAP
Get a new plan
Momma s got a new man
Poor little baby sistershe don t understand
Sits in front of the TV buries her nose in her pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors a big brothera mother and dad
Ain t no telling what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad
Sometimes I get upset cuz I ain t blew up yet
It s like a grew up but I ain t grow me two nuts yet
Don t got a repmy step
Don t got enough pep
The pressure s too muchman I m just tryin to do what s best
And I try
Sit alone and I cry
Yo I won t tell no lie
Not a moment goes by
That I don t pray to the sky
PleaseI m beggin you God
Please don t let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homie wherever you are
YoI m telling you dog I m bailing this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love herkiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need mebabyI m never too far
But yo I gotta get out there the only way I know
And I ma be back for you the second that I blow
On everything I own
I ll make it on my own
Off to work I go
Back to this 8 Mile Road
I m a man
Gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I m over these tracksman I ma never look back
And I m gone
I know right where I m going
SorrymommaI m grown
I must travel alone
Ain t gon follow no footsteps I m making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
You gotta live it to feel it
You didn tyou wouldn t get it
Or see what the big deal is
Why it was and it still is
To be walking this borderline of Detroit s city limits
It s different and it s a certain significance
A certificate of authenticity
You d never even see
But it s everything to me
It s my credibiiity
You d never seenheardsmelled or met a real mc
Who s incredible or on the same pedestal as me
But yet still unsigned
Having a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve mc s in the lunch line
When it comes crunch time
Where did my punch lines go?
Who must I show?
To bust my flow
Where must I go?
Who must I know?
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
Cuz I ain t having to run with this little rabbits but fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet
I m starting to doubt shit
I m feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with
I live like a bumyo my clothes ain t about shit
At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit
And it s cold
Trying to travel this road
Plus I feel like I m always stuck in this battling mode
My defenses are so up
The one thing I don t want
Is pity from no one
This city is no fun
There is no sun
And it s so dark
Sometimes I just feel like I m being pulled apart
From each one of my limbs
By each one of my friends
It s enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot
Sometimes I just know not
What I m doingI just blowmy head is a stove top
I just explodethe kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don t got
But I ve learned
It s time for me to u-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain t no fallin on next time I ll meet a new girl
I can not only play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat all I need is the words
Got the urge
Suddenly it s a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy has occured
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared nowI m free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur
I m 8 Mile Road
I m a man
Gotta make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land
Time for me to just take matters into my own hands
Once I m over these tracksman I ma never look back
And I m gone
I know right where I m going
SorrymommaI m grown
I must travel alone
Ain t gon follow no footsteps I m making my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
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