It's okay, it's I'm gonna make it
Sometimes I just like, quitting I still might Why do I put up this fight, why do I still Sometimes it's hard just dealin' wit real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just mics
And show these people my level of skills like But I'm still white, sometimes I hate life Something right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin' a blank
Uh, da di da , it ain't my big eyeballs, my insides crawl And I clam up, I just shut I can't do it, my whole manhood's
Just been stripped, I have just been So I must get, off this bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the home World on my shoulders as I run back to 8 mile road
I'm a man, I'ma a new plan Time for me to just up, and travel new land Time for me to just take into my own hands Once I'm over tracks man I'ma never look back
8 mile road, and I'm gone, I know right I'm going Sorry I'm grown, I must travel alone Ain't following no footsteps, I'm my own Only way I know how to escape from this 8 mile road
I'm walking these train tracks, to regain back The spirit I had fore I go to the same crap To the same plant, in the pants Tryin' to chase rap, move ASAP
And get a new plan, got a new man Poor little baby sister, she understand Sits in front of the T.V, buries her in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her
she colors her big brother, her mother and dad Ain't no what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy neither one of us had But I keep from something I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, I ain't blew up yet It's I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet got a rep my step, don't got enough pep The pressures too much man, I'm just to do what's best
And I try, sit and I cry Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment by I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin' You, God Please let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I you can hear me homey wherever you are Yo I'm tellin' you dawg, I'm bailin' this trailer Tell my I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye Say whenever you need me baby I'm to far
But yo I gotta get out there the way that I know And I'ma be for you the second that I blow On I own, I'll make it on my own Off to work I go, back to 8 mile road
I'm a man, make a new plan Time for me to just up, and travel new land Time for me to just take matters my own hands Once I'm over tracks man I'ma never look back
8 mile road, and I'm gone, I right where I'm going Sorry mama I'm grown, I travel alone Ain't no footsteps, I'm making my own Only way I know how to escape from this 8 mile road
You gotta it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is, why it it still is To be this boarder line of Detroit city limits It's different, a certain significance, a certificate
Of authenticity, never even seen But it's to me, it's my credibility You've never seen, heard, smelled, or met a MC incredible on the same pedestal as me
But yet still unsigned, having a time Sit on the wit all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MC's in the line But it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go?
Who must I to bust my flow? must I go, who must I know? Or am I another crab in the bucket 'Cause I ain't havin' no luck with this little so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt I'm feelin' a little who I hang out with I look like a bum, yo my clothes about shit At the salvation army tryin' to an outfit
And it's cold tryin' to this road Plus I feel like I'm stuck in this battlin' mode My defenses are so up, and one I don't want Is from no one, this city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so Sometimes I feel I'm just being pulled apart From one of my limbs, by each one of my friends It's enough to just make me jump out of my skin
Sometimes I like a robot, sometimes I just know not What I'm I just blow, my head is a stove top I just explode, the kettle so hot Sometimes my just overloads the gas that I don't got
But I've learned, it's for me to U-turn Yo it takes one time for me to get burned Ain't no falling no next I meet a new girl I can no longer play or be immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the Like I already got the beat, all I is the words Got the urge, suddenly a surge a new burst of energy has occurred
Time to show these world leaders I'm three in the third I am no longer scared now, I'm as a bird Then I turn and cross over the median Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 road
I'm a man, gotta make a new Time for me to just stand up, and travel new for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma look back
8 mile road, and I'm gone, I know right I'm going Sorry I'm grown, I must travel alone Ain't following no footsteps, I'm my own Only way I know how to escape from this 8 mile road