Sometimes I just feel like

Quitting I still might

Why do I put up this fight?

Why do I still write?

Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with 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

Something ain't right

Hit the brake lights

Case of the stage fright

Drawing a blank like

(blabbering)

It ain't my fault

Great big eye balls

My insides crawl

And I clam up

I just slam shut

I just can't do it

My whole manhood's just been stripped

I have just been ripped

So I must then get

Off the bus then split

Man fuck this shit

Yo, I'm going the fuck home

Rolling my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road



I'm a man

I'ma 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'ma never look back

And I'm gone

I know right where I'm going

Sorry, momma, I'm grown

I must travel alone

Ain't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my own

Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road



Walking these train tracks

Tryin to regain back

The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap

To the same plant

And the same pants

Tryin to chase rap

Gotta move ASAP

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 her pad

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

While she colors a big brother, a mother and dad

Ain't no telling what really goes on in her little head-ac