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