It's okay, okay I'm gonna make it
Sometimes I just feel like, quitting I might Why do I put up this fight, why do I still Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin' wit real Sometimes I wanna jump on and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skills But I'm white, sometimes I just 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 can't do it, my whole manhood's
been stripped, I have just been ripped So I must then get, off this bus split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run to this 8 mile road
I'm a man, make a new plan for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time for me to take matters into my own hands Once I'm these tracks man I'ma never look back
8 road, and I'm gone, I know right where I'm going Sorry I'm grown, I must travel alone Ain't no footsteps, I'm making my own Only way that I know how to escape this 8 mile road
I'm walking these train tracks, tryin' to regain The I had fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant, in the pants Tryin' to chase rap, gotta ASAP
And get a new plan, got a new man Poor little baby sister, she understand Sits in of the T.V, buries her nose in the pad And just colors the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her and dad Ain't no tellin' really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that one of us had But I keep runnin' from something I wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, 'cause I ain't up yet It's like I grew up, but I ain't me two nuts yet Don't got a rep my step, 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 won't 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 hear me homey you are Yo I'm you dawg, I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister Say whenever you need me I'm never to far
But yo I gotta get out there the only way 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 for me to just stand up, and travel new land Time for me to just matters into my own hands Once I'm over these man I'ma never look back
8 mile road, and I'm gone, I know right I'm going Sorry mama I'm grown, I must alone following no footsteps, I'm making my own Only way that I how to escape from this 8 mile road
You gotta live it to feel it, you you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't it is To be walkin' boarder line of Detroit city limits different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
Of authenticity, never even seen But it's everthing to me, my credibility You've never seen, heard, smelled, or met a MC Who's on the same pedestal 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 MC's in the line But when it comes time, where do my punchlines go?
Who I show to bust my flow? Where I go, who must I know? Or am I just another in the bucket 'Cause I ain't no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit I'm feelin' a little who I hang out with I like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit At the salvation tryin' to salvage an outfit
And it's cold tryin' to this road Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this mode My defenses are so up, and one thing I don't Is pity no one, this city is no fun
There is no sun, and it's so Sometimes I feel like I'm being pulled apart From each one of my limbs, by each one of my It's enough to just make me wanna out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I know not What I'm doin' I just blow, my is a stove top I just explode, the gets so hot my mouth just overloads the gas that I don't got
But I've learned, time for me to U-turn Yo it only one time for me to get burned Ain't no falling no next time I meet a new I can no longer play or be immature
I got ingredient, all I need is the courage I already got the beat, all I need is the words Got the urge, it's a surge a new burst of energy has occurred
Time to show free world leaders I'm three in the third I am no longer now, I'm free as a bird I turn and cross over the median curb Hit the and all you see is a blur from 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 these tracks man never look back
8 road, and I'm gone, I know right where I'm going Sorry mama I'm grown, I travel alone Ain't no footsteps, I'm making my own Only way that I know how to escape from 8 mile road