It's okay, okay I'm gonna make it
Sometimes I just feel like, quitting I still 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 mics
And show these people my level of skills like But I'm white, sometimes I just hate life Something ain't right, hit the lights Case of the fright, drawin' a blank like
Uh, da di da , it ain't my Great big eyeballs, my crawl And I clam up, I just shut I just can't do it, my manhood's
Just stripped, I have just been ripped So I must then get, off this bus split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the fuck World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 road
I'm a man, make a new plan for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma look back
8 mile road, and I'm gone, I know where I'm going Sorry mama I'm grown, I travel alone following no footsteps, I'm making my own Only way that I how to escape from this 8 mile road
I'm walking train tracks, tryin' to regain back The spirit I had fore I go back to the same To the same plant, in the pants to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't Sits in front of the T.V, her nose in the pad And just colors until the gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her and dad Ain't no what really goes on in her little head I could be the daddy that neither one of us had But I runnin' from something I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, 'cause I ain't up yet It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two yet Don't got a rep my step, got enough pep The too much man, I'm just tryin' to do what's best
And I try, sit and I cry Yo I won't no lie, not a moment goes by I don't pray 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 you dawg, I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby goodbye Say whenever you me baby I'm never to far
But yo I gotta get out there the way that I know And be back for you the second that I blow On everything I own, I'll it on my own Off to work I go, back to this 8 mile
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 these man I'ma never look back
8 mile road, and I'm gone, I know right where I'm Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel following no footsteps, I'm making my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 road
You gotta live it to feel it, you you wouldn't get it Or see the big deal is, why it wasn't it still is To be this boarder line of Detroit city limits It's different, it's a certain significance, a
Of authenticity, you've even seen But it's everthing to me, my credibility You've seen, heard, smelled, or met a real MC Who's incredible on the same as me
But yet still unsigned, a rough time Sit on the porch wit all my friends and kick dumb Go to work and serve in the lunch line But when it crunch time, where do my punchlines go?
Who must I to bust my flow? Where must I go, who I know? Or am I just crab in the bucket 'Cause I ain't havin' no luck with this little Rabbit so it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm to doubt shit I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I out with I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about At the salvation army tryin' to salvage an
And it's cold tryin' to this road I feel like 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 so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled From one of my limbs, by each one of my friends It's enough to make me wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I like a robot, sometimes I just know not What I'm doin' I blow, my head is a stove top I explode, the kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the gas that I got
But learned, it's time for me to U-turn Yo it only one time for me to get burned Ain't no falling no next I meet a new girl I can no longer 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 burst of has occurred
Time to show these free 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 curb Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 mile
I'm a man, make a new plan Time for me to just stand up, and travel new Time for me to just take into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look
8 mile road, and I'm gone, I know right I'm going Sorry mama I'm grown, I travel alone Ain't following no footsteps, I'm my own Only way that I how to escape from this 8 mile road