Sometimes I just feel like, quitting I still might
Why do I put upthis fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it＇s hard enough just dealin wit real life
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
And show these people what my level of skills like
But I＇m still white, sometimes I just hate life
Something ain＇t right, hit the brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank light
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain＇t my fault
Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl
And I clam up, I just slam shut
I just can＇t do it, my whole manhoods
Just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So i must then get, off this bus then split
Man fuck this shit yo, I＇m going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 mile road
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I＇m walking these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, in the same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, mommas got a new mam
Poor little baby sister, she don＇t understand
Sits in front of the T.V, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad
Ain＇t 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 something I never wanted so bad!
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain＇t blew up yet
It＇s like I grew up, but I ain＇t grow me two nuts yet
Don＇t got a rep my step, don＇t got enough pep
The pressures to much man, I＇m just tryin to do whats best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo I won＇t tell no lie, not a moment goes by
That I don＇t pray to the sky, please I＇m beggin you god
Please don＇t let me bitchin holdin no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Yo I＇m tellin you dawg I＇m bailin this trailer tomorrow
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
Say whenevr you need me baby I＇m never to far
But yo I gotta get out there the only way that I know
And I＇ma be back for you the second that I blow
On everything I own, I＇ll make it on my own
Off to work I go, back to this 8 mile road
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn＇t you wouldn＇t get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn＇t the skillest
To be walkin this boarder line of Detroit city limits
It＇s different, it＇s a certain significance, a certificate
Of authenticity, you＇ve never even seen
But it＇s everthing to me, it＇s my credibility
You＇ve never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
Who＇s incredible upon the same pedastal as me
But yet I＇m still unsigned, having a rough time
Sit on the porch wit all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Go to work and serve MC＇s 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 ain＇t havin no luck with this little Rabbit so fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I＇m startin to doubt shit
I＇m feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain＇t about shit
At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit
And it＇s cold tryin to travel this raod
Plus I feel like on stuck in this battlin mode
My defenses are so up, and one thing I don＇t want
Is pity from no one, this city is no fun
There is no sun, and it＇s so dark
Sometimes I just feel like I being pulled apart
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
It＇s enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
What I＇m 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 don＇t got
But I＇ve learned, it＇s time for me to u-turn
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
Ain＇t no falling 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 it＇s a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy has ocurred
Time to show these free world leaders at three in the third
I am no longer scared now, I＇m 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