(Itīs okay, itīs okay. Iīm gonna make it anyway.) Sometimes I just feel like Quittin I still might Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write? Sometimes itīs hard enough steal from the real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skillīs like But Iīm still white Sometimes I just hate life Somethin ainīt right Hit the breaklights In case of the stage fright Draw on the blank light (Uhh, But if I fall, It ainīt my fault, Breakin eyeballs, My insides crawl) And I clam up (SMASH!) I just slam shut I just canīt do it My whole manhoodīs just been stripped Iīve just been ripped So I must been dipped Or the bustin split Man fuck this shit yo Iīm goin the fuck home Rollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Rd.
(Chorus) Iīm a man Iīma make a new plan Time for me to stand up and travel new land Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands Once Iīm over these tracks man Iīma never look back (8 Mile Rd.) And Iīm gone I donīt like where Iīm goin Sorry mama Iīve grown I must travel alone Ainīt no followin no footsteps Iīm makin my own Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.
Walkin these traintracks Tryin to regain back the spirit I have īFore I go back to the same crap (SMASH!) To the same plant And the same pants Tryin to chase rap Gotta move A.S.A.P. Get a new plan Mamaīs got a new man Poor little baby sister She donīt understand Sits in front of the TV, buryīs her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother, her mother, and dad Ainīt no tellin what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad Sometimes I get upset Cuz I ainīt blew up yet Itīs like I grew up, but I aint grownin two nuts yet Donīt gotta rap my step Donīt got enough pep The pressureīs too much man Iīm just tryin to do whatīs best And I try Sit alone and I cry Yo I wonīt tell a lie Not a moment goes by That I donīt pray to the sky Please Iīm beggin you God Please donīt let me be pigeon holdin on regular job Yo I hope you can hear me hommie Wherever you are Yo Iīm tellin you dog Iīm bailin this trailor tomorrow Tell my mother I love her Kiss baby sister goodbye Say whenever you need me baby Iīm never too far But yo, I gotta get out there The only way I know And Iīma do that for you On the second that I blow On everything I own Iīll make it on my own Off to work I go Back to this 8 Mile Rd.
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Ya gotta live it to feel it If you didnīt you wouldnīt get it Weīll see what the big deal is Why it wasnīt, it still is To be walkin this border line of Detroit cityīs limit Itīs different, itīs a certain significant certificate of authenticity Youīd never even see But itīs everything to me Itīs my credibility Youīve never seen, heard, smell, or met an MC Whoīs incredible and on the same pedistool as me But check Still unsigned Havin a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friendīs who kick dumb rhymes Go to work And servin MCīs in the lunch line But when it comeīs crunch time Where do 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 ainīt havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck it Maybe I need a new outlit Iīm startin to doubt shit Iīm feelin a little scepticle Of who I hang out with I look like a bum Yo my clothes ainīt about shit At the Salvation Army Tryin to salvage and outfit And itīs cold Tryin to travel this road Plus I feel like Iīm only stuck in this battlin mode My defenses are so up And one thing I donīt want Is pity from no one The city is no fun There is no sun And itīs so dark Sometimes I feel like Iīm just being pulled apart Being torn in my limbs By each one of my friends Enough to just make me wanna jump outta my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot Sometimes I just know not what Iīm doin I just blow My head is a stove top I just explode The kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I donīt got But Iīve learned Itīs time for me to U-Turn Yo it only takes one time for me to get burnt Ainīt no fallin No next time Imeet a new girl I can no longer play stupid Or be immature Iīve got every ingredient All I need is the courage Like I already got to beat All I need is the words Got the urge Suddenly its a search Suddenly a new verse of energy has occured Time to show these free world leaders Three in the third I am no longer scared now Iīm free as a bird And I turn and cross over The median curb Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile rd.
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