Sometimes I just fell like, quittin i still might
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Why do I put up this fight, why do i still write
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sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
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sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
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And show these people what my level of skill's like
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But I'm still white, sometimes i fuckin hate life
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somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
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cas of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
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Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
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Great then I falls, my insides crawl
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and I clam up I just slam shut
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I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
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just been stripped, I have just been vicked
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So I must then getm off the bus then slip
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Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
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World on my shoylders as
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I run back to this 8 Mile Road
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I'm a man, I'm a make a new plan
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Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
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Time to really jyst take matters into my own hands
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Once I'm over these tracks man I'm a never look back
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8 Mile Road And I'm goin
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Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
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And go follow the footsteps I'm makin my own
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Only way that I know how to escape from tis 8 Mile Road
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I'm walkin these train triacks, tryin to regain back the spirit I had 'fore
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I go back to the same crap
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To the same plant, and the same pants
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Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
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And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
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Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
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Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
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And just colors unril the crayon gets dyll in her hand
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While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
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Ain't no tellin what really goes on in her little head
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Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
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But l keep rinnin from somethin I never wanted so bad!
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Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
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It;s like I grew up, but I ain;t grow me two nuts yet
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Dont gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
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The pressure's too much man, I'm just tryin to do what' best
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And I try, sit alone and l cry
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Yo I won't tell no liem not a moment goes by
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That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm beggin you God
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Please don't let me be bitchin holein no regular job
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Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
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Yo I'm tellin trailer tomorrow
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Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
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Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
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But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
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And I'm a be back for you, the secomd that l blow
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On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
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Off to work l go, back to this 8 Mile Road
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I'm a man, i'm a make a new plan
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Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
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Time to really just take matters into my own hands
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Once I'm over these tracks man I'm a never look back
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8 Mile Road And i'm gone, I know right where I'm goin
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Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
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And go Follow the footsteps I'm makin my own
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Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
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You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
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Or see what the bug deal is, why it wasn't the skillest
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To be walkin this borderline of Detroit clty limits
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It's different, it;s a certain significance,
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a certificate of authenticity, you'd never even see
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But it's everything to me , it's my credibility
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You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
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who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me
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But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
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Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
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Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
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But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
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Who must I show, to bust my flow
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Where must I go, who must I know
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Or amI just another crab in the bucket
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Cayse I ain't havin no luck with this little Rabbiy so fuck it
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Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt shit
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I'm feelin a little skeptical who i hang out with I look like a bum,
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yo my clothes ain't about shit if the Salbvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
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And it's cold, tryin to travel this road
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Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin mode
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My defenses are so up, but on thing
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I don't want is pity from no one, the city is no fun
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There is no sun, and it;s so dark
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Sometimes I feel like
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I'm just bein pulled apart i'm torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends
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It;s enought to make me just wanna jump ouy of my fucken skin
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Sometimes I feel like a robot, some times I just know not
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what I'm doin I just blow, my head is a stove top
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I just explde, the kettle goets so hot
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Sometimes my moyth just overloads the ass that i don't god
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But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
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Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
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Ain't no fallin no next time i meet a new girl
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I can no longer play stupid or be immature
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I got evert ingredient, all l need is the courage
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Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
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Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
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Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
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Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
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I am no longer scared now, i'm free as a bird
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Then I thrn and cross over the median curb
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Hit the verbs and all you see is a blur
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from 8 Mile Road
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I'm a man, I'm a make a new plan
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Time for me to just stand up,
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and travel new land
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Time to really just take matters
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into my own hands
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Once I'm over these tracks man
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I'm a never look back
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8 Mile Road And I'm gone
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I know righ where i'm goin
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Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
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And go Follow the footsteps
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I'm makin my own
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onlt wat that I know how to escape
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from this 8 Mile Road
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8 Mile - Eminem
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| Vanessa Carlton |
