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| 8 Mile
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[Eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes its hard enough just dealin with real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skills like
But Im still white, sometimes I just hate life
Somethin aint right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it aint my fault
Great then I falls, my insides crawl
and I clam up %7B*wham*%7D I just slam shut
I just cant do it, my whole manhoods
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get, off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit; yo, Im goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
Im a man, Ima make a new plan
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
Once Im over these tracks man Ima never look back
(8 Mile Road) And Im gone, I know right where Im goin
Sorry momma Im grown, I must travel alone
And go follow the footsteps Im makin my own
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
[Eminem]
Im walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, and the same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, mommas got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she dont understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
Aint no tellin what really goes on in her little head
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
But I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause I aint blew up yet
Its like I grew up, but I aint grow me two nuts yet
Dont gotta rep my step, dont got enough pep
The pressures too much man, Im just tryin to do whats best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I wont tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I dont pray to the sky, please Im beggin you God
Please dont let me be bitchin holdin no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo Im tellin you dawg Im bailin this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenever you need me baby, Im never too far
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
And Ima be back for you, the second that I blow
On everything I own, Ill make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
You gotta live it to feel it, you didnt you wouldnt get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is
To be walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
Its different, its a certain significance, a certificate
of authenticity, youd never even see
But its everything to me, its my credibility
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
whos incredible upon the same pedestal as me
But yet Im still unsigned, havin a rough time
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MCs in the lunchline
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines 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 havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, Im startin to doubt shit
Im feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes aint about shit
if the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
And its cold, tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like Im on stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, but one thing I dont want
is pity from no one, the city is no fun
There is no sun, and its so dark
Sometimes I feel like Im just bein pulled apart
Im torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends
Its enough to make me just wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
what Im doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I dont got
But Ive learned, its time for me to U-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Aint no fallin no next time I 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
Got the urge, suddenly its a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
I am no longer scared now, Im free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
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