8 mile road
Autor: PedroMuniz | Publicado: 2011-07-22T00:47:00-07:00



(It's okay, it's okay. I'm gonna make it anyway.)Sometimes I just feel likeQuittin I still mightWhy do I put up this fight?Why do I still write?Sometimes it's hard enough steal from the real lifeSometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill micsAnd show these people what my level of skill's likeBut I'm still whiteSometimes I just hate lifeSomethin ain't rightHit the breaklightsIn case of the stage frightDraw on the blank light(Uhh, But if I fall, It ain't my fault, Breakin eyeballs, Myinsides crawl)And I clam up (SMASH!)I just slam shutI just can't do itMy whole manhood's just been strippedI've just been rippedSo I must been dippedOr the bustin splitMan fuck this shit yoI'm goin the fuck homeRollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Rd.
(Chorus)I'm a manI'ma make a new planTime for me to stand up and travel new landTime for me to just to take matters into my own handsOnce I'm over these tracks manI'ma never look back(8 Mile Rd.)And I'm goneI don't like where I'm goinSorry mama I've grownI must travel aloneAin't no followin no footstepsI'm makin my ownOnly way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd.
Walkin these traintracksTryin to regain back the spirit I have'Fore I go back to the same crap (SMASH!)To the same plantAnd the same pantsTryin to chase rapGotta move A.S.A.P.Get a new planMama's got a new manPoor little baby sisterShe don't understandSits in front of the TV, bury's her nose in the padAnd just colors until the crayon gets dull in her handWhile she colors her big brother, her mother, and dadAin't no tellin what really goes on in her little headWish I could be the daddy that neither one of us hadBut I keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so badSometimes I get upsetCuz I ain't blew up yetIt's like I grew up, but I aint grownin two nuts yetDon't gotta rap my stepDon't got enough pepThe pressure's too much manI'm just tryin to do what's bestAnd I trySit alone and I cryYo I won't tell a lieNot a moment goes byThat I don't pray to the skyPlease I'm beggin you GodPlease don't let me be pigeon holdin on regular jobYo I hope you can hear me hommieWherever you areYo I'm tellin you dogI'm bailin this trailor tomorrowTell my mother I love herKiss baby sister goodbyeSay whenever you need me babyI'm never too farBut yo, I gotta get out thereThe only way I knowAnd I'ma do that for youOn the second that I blowOn everything I ownI'll make it on my ownOff to work I goBack to this 8 Mile Rd.
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Ya gotta live it to feel itIf you didn't you wouldn't get itWe'll see what the big deal isWhy it wasn't, it still isTo be walkin this border line of Detroit city's limitIt's different, it's a certain significant certificate ofauthenticityYou'd never even seeBut it's everything to meIt's my credibilityYou've never seen, heard, smell, or met an MCWho's incredible and on the same pedistool as meBut checkStill unsignedHavin a rough timeSit on the porch with all my friend's who kick dumb rhymesGo to workAnd servin MC's in the lunch lineBut when it come's crunch timeWhere 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 bucketCuz I ain't havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck itMaybe I need a new outlitI'm startin to doubt shitI'm feelin a little scepticleOf who I hang out withI look like a bumYo my clothes ain't about shitAt the Salvation ArmyTryin to salvage and outfitAnd it's coldTryin to travel this roadPlus I feel like I'm only stuck in this battlin modeMy defenses are so upAnd one thing I don't wantIs pity from no oneThe city is no funThere is no sunAnd it's so darkSometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apartBeing torn in my limbsBy each one of my friendsEnough to just make me wanna jump outta my skinSometimes I feel like a robotSometimes I just know not what I'm doinI just blowMy head is a stove topI just explodeThe kettle gets so hotSometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don't gotBut I've learnedIt's time for me to U-TurnYo it only takes one time for me to get burntAin't no fallinNo next timeImeet a new girlI can no longer play stupidOr be immatureI've got every ingredientAll I need is the courageLike I already got to beatAll I need is the wordsGot the urgeSuddenly its a searchSuddenly a new verse of energy has occuredTime to show these free world leadersThree in the thirdI am no longer scared nowI'm free as a birdAnd I turn and cross overThe median curbHit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile rd.