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Sometimes
I just feel like - quittin, I still
might
why do I put up this fight? why
do I still write?
sometimes its 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 skills like
but I'm still white, sometimes
I just hate life
something ain't right, hit the
break lights
facing this stage fright, drawing
a blank like
"uhh da da da duhh it ain't
my fault
cry-ing eye balls, my inside crawl"
And I clam up I just slam shut,
I just can't do it
my whole manhoods just been stripped
I have just been evict so I must
in get
hope to bust in, split, man fuck
this shit
yo- I'm going the fuck home
world on my shoulders as I run
back to this 8 Mile Road
(Chorus)
I'm a man, Ima make a new plan
time for me to just stand up, and
travel new land
time for me to just take matters
in to my own hands
once on move on from these track,
I'll never look back (8 Mile Road)
and I'm gone, and I know right
where I'm going
sorry mama I'm grown I must travel
alone
ain't gonna follow no footsteps,
I'm making my own
only way I know how to escape from
this 8 Mile Road
Walking these train tracks, trying
to regain back
the spirit I had 'fore I go back
to the same crap
to the same plant, in the same
pants
trying to chase rap, gotta move
A-SAP
get a new plan, mamas got a new
man
poor little baby sister, she don't
understand
sits in front of the TV, buries
her nose in the pad
and just colors till the crayon
gets dull in her hand
while she colors her big brother
and mother and dad
ain't no telling what really goes
on in her little head
wish I could be the daddy that
niether one of us had
but I keep running from something
I never wanted so bad
sometimes I get upset, cause I
ain't blew up yet
it's like I grew but I ain't grown
these two nuts yet
don't gotta rep my step, don't
got enough pep
the pressures too much man Im just
trying to do what's best
and I try, sit alone and cry, yo
I'm on telling god
not a moment goes by, that I don't
prey to the sky
please I'm beggin you god, please
don't let me be pigeon holding
no regular job
yo I hope you can hear me homey,
wherever you are
yo I'm telling you dawg, I bailing
this trailor tomarrow
tell my mother I love her and kiss
baby sister goodbye
say "whenever you need me
baby I'm never 2 far"
but yo I got to get out there,
the only way I know
And I'ma 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 got to live it to feel it,
you didn't you wouldn't get it
don't see what the big deal is... |
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