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(It s okay, it s okay. I m gonna make it anyway.)Sometimes I just feel likeQuittin I still mightWhy do I put up this fight?Why do I still write?Sometimes it s hard enough steal from the real lifeSometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill micsAnd show these people what my level of skill s likeBut I m still whiteSometimes I just hate lifeSomethin ain t rightHit the breaklightsIn case of the stage frightDraw on the blank light(Uhh, But if I fall, It ain t my fault, Breakin eyeballs, Myinsides crawl)And I clam up (SMASH!)I just slam shutI just can t do itMy whole manhood s just been strippedI ve just been rippedSo I must been dippedOr the bustin splitMan fuck this shit yoI m goin the fuck homeRollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Rd.I m a manI ma make a new planTime for me to stand up and travel new landTime for me to just to take matters into my own handsOnce I m over these tracks manI ma never look back(8 Mile Rd.)And I m goneI don t like where I m goinSorry mama I ve grownI must travel aloneAin t no followin no footstepsI m makin my ownOnly way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.Walkin these traintracksTryin to regain back the spirit I have Fore I go back to the same crap (SMASH!)To the same plantAnd the same pantsTryin to chase rapGotta move A.S.A.P.Get a new planMama s got a new manPoor little baby sisterShe don t understandSits in front of the TV, bury s her nose in the padAnd just colors until the crayon gets dull in her handWhile she colors her big brother, her mother, and dadAin t no tellin what really goes on in her little headWish I could be the daddy that neither one of us hadBut I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so badSometimes I get upsetCuz I ain t blew up yetIt s like I grew up, but I aint grownin two nuts yetDon t gotta rap my stepDon t got enough pepThe pressure s too much manI m just tryin to do what s bestAnd I trySit alone and I cryYo I won t tell a lieNot a moment goes byThat I don t pray to the skyPlease I m beggin you GodPlease don t let me be pigeon holdin on regular jobYo I hope you can hear me hommieWherever you areYo I m tellin you dogI m bailin this trailor tomorrowTell my mother I love herKiss baby sister goodbyeSay whenever you need me babyI m never too farBut yo, I gotta get out thereThe only way I knowAnd I ma do that for youOn the second that I blowOn everything I ownI ll make it on my ownOff to work I goBack to this 8 Mile Rd.Ya gotta live it to feel itIf you didn t you wouldn t get itWe ll see what the big deal isWhy it wasn t, it still isTo be walkin this border line of Detroit city s limitIt s different, it s a certain significant certificate ofauthenticityYou d never even seeBut it s everything to meIt s my credibilityYou ve never seen, heard, smell, or met an MCWho s incredible and on the same pedistool as meBut checkStill unsignedHavin a rough timeSit on the porch with all my friend s who kick dumb rhymesGo to workAnd servin MC s in the lunch lineBut when it come s crunch timeWhere 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 bucketCuz I ain t havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck itMaybe I need a new outlitI m startin to doubt shitI m feelin a little scepticleOf who I hang out withI look like a bumYo my clothes ain t about shitAt the Salvation ArmyTryin to salvage and outfitAnd it s coldTryin to travel this roadPlus I feel like I m only stuck in this battlin modeMy defenses are so upAnd one thing I don t wantIs pity from no oneThe city is no funThere is no sunAnd it s so darkSometimes I feel like I m just being pulled apartBeing torn in my limbsBy each one of my friendsEnough to just make me wanna jump outta my skinSometimes I feel like a robotSometimes I just know not what I m doinI just blowMy head is a stove topI just explodeThe kettle gets so hotSometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don t gotBut I ve learnedIt s time for me to U-TurnYo it only takes one time for me to get burntAin t no fallinNo next timeImeet a new girlI can no longer play stupidOr be immatureI ve got every ingredientAll I need is the courageLike I already got to beatAll I need is the wordsGot the urgeSuddenly its a searchSuddenly a new verse of energy has occuredTime to show these free world leadersThree in the thirdI am no longer scared nowI m free as a birdAnd I turn and cross overThe median curbHit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile rd
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