8 mile road
It's ok, it's ok, i'm 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 it's hard enough just dealing with real life
sometimes I just wanna jump on stage and just kill mic's
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 this stage fright
drawin' a blank light
call but I might fall,
it aint my fault
breaking eyeballs
my insides crawl
and I clam up,
I just slam shut
I just can't do it,
my whole man-hood's just been stripped
I have just been ripped
so I must then get
on the bus then split,
man fuck this shit, yo
I'm going the fuck home,
rollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 mile road...
I'm a man
I'm a make a new plan
time for me to just stand up and travel new land
time to leave and just take matters into my own hands
once i'm over these track man i'm a never look back
and i'm gone
and I know right where i'm goin
sorry momma i'm grown
I must travel alone
aint no followin footsteps i'm making my own
only way that I know how to escape from, this 8 mile road...
Walking these train tracks
trying to regain back, the spirit I have
'fore I go back to the same crap
to the same plant
in the same pants
trying to chase rap
gotta move a.s.a.p,
gotta get a new plan
momma's gotta new man
poor little baby sister, she dont understand
sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
and just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand
while she colours her big brother, her 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
cause I aint blew up yet
its like I grew up but I aint grown two nuts yet
dont got a rep, my step
dont got enough pep
the pressures too much man i'm just trying to do what's best
and I try
sit alone and I cry
yo I wont tell a lie
not a moment goes by
that I look pray to the sky
please i'm begging you god,
please dont let me be pigeon holding no regular job
yo I hope you hear me homie whereva you are
yo i'm telling you dog, i'm bailing this trailer tomorrow
tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
say whenever you need me baby, i'm never to far
but yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
and i'm a 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
I'm a make a new plan
time for me to just stand up and travel new land
time to leave and just take matters into my own hands
once i'm over these track man i'm a never look back
and i'm gone
and I know right where i'm goin
sorry momma i'm grown
I must travel alone
aint no followin footsteps i'm making my own
only way that I know how to escape from, this 8 mile road...
You got to live it to feel it
you didn't then you wouldn't get it
or see what the big deal is
why wasn't and still is
to be walking this borderline of Detroit city limits,
its different, it's a certain significant, a certificate of authenticity
you'd never even see
but its everything to me,
its my credibility
you never seen, heard, smelt or met an MC,
who's incredible on the same pedestal as me
but check
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
but when it comes 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
cause I aint having no luck with this little rabbit so 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 look like a bum, yo my clothes aint about shit
at the salvation army trying to salvage an outfit
and its cold
trying to travel this road
plus I feel like i'm always stuck in this battling mode
my defenses are so up
one thing dont want
is pity from no one
this city is no fun
there is no sun and its so dark
sometimes I just feel like, i'm just being pulled apart
from each one of my limbs
by each one of my friends
its enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin
sometimes I just feel like a robot
sometimes I just know not
what i'm doing I just blow my head as a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid, I dont got
but I've learned
its time for me to U-Turn
yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
aint no callin her next time I'll meet a new girl
I can no longer 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
uh uh got the urge
suddenly its a surge
suddenly a new burst of energy has occured
time to show these free world leaders, three and the third
I am no longer scared now, i'm free as a bird
then I turn and cross over the medium curb
hit the burbs and all you see is a blur, on 8 mile road...
I'm a man
I'm a make a new plan
time for me to just stand up and travel new land
time to leave and just take matters into my own hands
once i'm over these track man i'm a never look back
and i'm gone
and I know right where i'm goin
sorry momma i'm grown
I must travel alone
aint no followin footsteps i'm making my own
only way that I know how to escape from, this 8 mile road...
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