| (feat. 2Pac) | |
| [Eight Mile Road] | |
| Land of the Free, and home of the enslaved | |
| Till the concept of time | |
| 6 hours, 22 minutes, and 3 seconds, I've been standing in this | |
| County line | |
| By the looks of the Gridlock outside | |
| Its gotta be about 3:39 | |
| Everybody rushin from place to place | |
| The looks on their faces ain't no different from mine | |
| Both of us look like we just worked a 9-5 | |
| See, but when I clock out | |
| I'm not looking for stress, but for the kind share | |
| Since I started this county line shift, | |
| Huh did I say shift? I mean this sentence | |
| I've heard nothing but sirens outside the door | |
| How much you want to bet there's an ambulance rushin a short man, | |
| O.D. man, police abused black man to the hospital? | |
| Now what they rushin for is my intrest? | |
| Rushin through traffic jam to get to emergency room traffic jam, thats | |
| Susppose to be a free clinic | |
| Only to hear if you have or don't have insurance | |
| It ain't nuttin but survivial of the fittest | |
| So what they rushin for? | |
| And damn this man at the window is slow | |
| The concept of time has us all fucked, and on top of that, | |
| Life ain't nuttin but a traffic jam. | |
| [2pac] | |
| Life is too short, I feel trapped | |
| Hopping I don't get caught, watch my back | |
| Lost in the traffic, heartless and tragic | |
| Don't wanna get my ass kicked | |
| So I walk in this mindless state, and a don't make me feel this way | |
| I'll tell ya | |
| Life is a traffic jam, I'm stuck | |
| When will you realize your fucked? | |
| Don't try to change my ways, I'm hopeless | |
| Victims to the games we play, stay focused | |
| Wath for the crazy ride, don't lie | |
| High till the day we die | |
| I'ts my life | |
| Tell me if you feel me | |
| I'll tell ya | |
| Life is a traffic jam sincerely | |
| Stretch your mind, spoon feed your soul | |
| 3 voices you can't control | |
| Remember life is a traffic jam | |
| Life is a traffic jam [x4] |