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It's ok... It's ok... Nothin' can get in my way... Nothin'... Can get in my.... Wicked suburb... Sometimes I just feel like quittin', I still might Why do I put up this 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 skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin' ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin' a blank like... Da-duh-duh-da-duh, it ain't my fault Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl And I clam up, *SLAM* I just slam shut! I just can't do it, my whole manhood's Just been stripped, I have just been vicked So, I must then get off the bus than split Man, fuck this shit; yo, I'm goin' the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile road! I'm a man, I'mma make a new plan Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks, man I'mma never look back! (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin' Sorry momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road! Walkin' these train tracks, tryna regain back The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant, in the same pants Tryna chase rap, gotta move ASAP And get a new plan, momma's got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't understand Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in a 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 somethin' 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 growin' two nuts yet Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep The pressure's too much, man I'm just tryna do what's 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 be pigeon-holed in no regular job Yo, I hope you can hear me homie, wherever you are Yo, I'm tellin' you though, I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye Say "Whenever you need me, baby I'm never too far But yo, I gotta get out there, the only way I know And I'mma 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! Chorus You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't, you wouldn't 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 It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate Of authenticity, you'd never even see But it's everything to me, it's my credibility You've never seen, heard, smelled, or met a real MC Whose incredible or on the same pedestal as me. But yet, I'm still unsigned, havin' a rough time Sit on the porch wit' all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MC's in the lunch line, 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 wit' this little Rabbit's foot, fuck it! Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I hang out wit' I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit At the salvation army, tryna salvage and outfit And it's cold tryna travel this road Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this battlin' mode My defenses are so up, but 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 feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart From each one of my limbs by each one of my friends it's enough to just make me wanna jump outta my skin! *Ahh!* 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 ex-plode, 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 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 it's a surge Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred Time to show these free world leaders a 3 and a third I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird Then I turn and cross over the median curb Hit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile road! Chorus

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