(It's okay it's okay. I'm gonna make it anyway). 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' 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. Somethin' ain't right. Hit the break-lights. In case of the stage fright. Draw on the blank light. (Da-duh-duh-da-da But if I fall. It ain't my fault My insides crawl). And I clam up (Smash!). I just slam shut. I just can't do it. My whole manhood's just been stripped. I've just been ripped. So I must been dipped. Get of the bus then split. Man fuck this shit yo. I'm goin the fuck home. World on my shoulders as. I run back to this 8 Mile Rd.. Chorus. I'm a man. I'ma make a new plan. Time for me to stand up and travel new land. Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands. Once I'm over these tracks man. I'ma never look back. (8 Mile Rd.). And I'm gone. I know where I'm goin. Sorry mama I've grown. I must travel alone. Ain't no followin no footsteps. I'm makin my own. Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.. Walkin these train tracks. Tryin to regain back the spirit I have. 'Fore I go back to the same crap (Smash!). To the same plant. And the same pants. Tryin to chase rap. Gotta move A.S.A.P.. Get a new plan. Mama's got a new man. Poor little baby sister. She don't understand. Sits in front of the Tv. bury's 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 somethin I never wanted so bad. Sometimes I get upset. Cuz I ain't blew up yet. It's like I grew up but I aint grownin two nuts yet. Don't gotta rep my step. Don't got enough pep. The pressure's too much man. I'm just tryin to do what's best. And I try. Sit alone and I cry. Yo I won't tell a 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 regular job. Yo I hope you can hear me hommie. Wherever you are. Yo I'm tellin you dog. 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'ma be back for you. On 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 Rd.. Chorus. I'm a man. I'ma make a new plan. Time for me to stand up and travel new land. Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands. Once I'm over these tracks man. I'ma never look back. (8 Mile Rd.). And I'm gone. I know right where I'm goin. Sorry mama I've grown. I must travel alone. Ain't no followin no footsteps. I'm makin my own. Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.. Ya gotta live it to feel it. If you didn't you wouldn't get it. We'll see what the big deal is. Why it wasn't it still is. To be walkin this border line of Detroit city's limit. It's different it's a certain significant. certificate of authenticity. You'd never even see. But it's everything to me. It's my credibility. You've never seen heard smell. or met an Mc. Who's incredible and on the same pedistal as me. But check. Still unsigned. Havin a rough time. Sit on the porch with all my friend's. who kick dumb rhymes. Go to work. And servin Mc's in the lunch line. But when it come's crunch time. Where do my punch lines 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. Cuz I ain't havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck it. Maybe I need a new outlit. I'm startin to doubt shit. I'm feelin a little septicole. Of 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 road. Plus I feel like I'm only stuck in this battlin mode. My defenses are so up. And one thing I don't want. Is pity from no one. The city is no fun. There is no sun. And it's so dark. Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart. Being torn in my limbs. By each one of my friends. Enough to just make me wanna jump outta 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 acid 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 blow up. Ain't no fallin. The next time I meet a new girl. I can no longer play stupid. Or be Immature. I've got every ingredient. All I need is the courage. Like I already got to beat. All I need is the words. Got the urge. Suddenly its a search. Suddenly a new verse of energy has occurred. Time to show these free world leaders. Three in the third. I am no longer scared now. I'm free as a bird. And I turn and cross over. The median curb. Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile rd.. Chorus. I'm a man. I'ma make a new plan. Time for me to stand up and travel new land. Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands. Once I'm over these tracks man. I'ma never look back. (8 Mile Rd.). And I'm gone. I know right where I'm goin. Sorry mama I've grown. I must travel alone. Ain't no followin no footsteps. I'm makin my own. Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.