Song Name: 8 Mile Road
Album: 8 Mile
Year: 2003
Frances Rating: 7/10
Sometimes i just feel like quitting i still might why do i still write sometimes its just hard enough dealing with real life
sometimes i wanna jump on stage and just kill mics and show all these people what my level of skill's like
but im still white sometimes i hate life something aint right hit the brake lights
cuz of stage fright drawing a blank line
it aint my fault great big eye balls
and i clam up i just slam shut I just cant do it
my whole man hoods been stripped
i have just been ripped
off the bus then split man fuck this shit
yo im goin the fuck home
rolling my shoulders as i go back to this 8 mile road
Chorus
Im a man gotta 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 im over these tracks man ima never look black
and im gone i know right where im goin sorry momma ive grown
i must travel alone
aint gonna follow no footsteps im making my own
only way that i know how to escape from this 8 mile road
Verse 2
walkin these traintracks try to regain 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 asap
get a new plan mamas got a new m?an poor little baby sister she doenst understand
sits in front of the TV, burys her nose in the pad and just colours until the crayon gets dull in her hand
while she colours her big brother, her mother and dad aint 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 running from something i never wanted so bad
but sometimes i get upset cuz i havent blew up yet
its like i grew up but i aint growen 2 nuts yet
dont gotta rap my step dont got enough pep
the pressures too much man
and im just trying to do whats best
and i try sit alone and i cry
yo i wont tell a lie not a moment goes by when i dont pray to the sky
please im begging you god
dont let me be pigeon holding on regular job
yo i hope you can hear me homie where ever you are
yo im tellin you dog
im bailin this trailer tomorrow tell my mother i love her
kiss baby sister goodbye say whenever u need me baby
im never too far but yo i gotta get out there
the only way i know and ima do that for you
on the second that i blow on everythign i own
off to work i go back to this 8 mile road
Chorus
Verse 3
ya gotta live it to feel it if u didnt u wouldnt get it
we'll see what the big deal is why it wasnt it still is
to be walking this border line of Detroits city limit
its different, its a certain significant certificate of authenticity
youd never even see but its everything to be me
its my credibility youve never seen, heard, smelt or met an MC
whos incredible and on the same pedastol as me
but check still unsigned still having a tough time
sit on the porch with all my friends who kick dumb ryhmes
go to work and serving MCs in the lunch line
but when it comes crunch line where do my punch lines go
who must i show to bust my flow where must i go or who should i know?
or am i just another crab in the bucket
cuz i aint having any luck with this rabbit so f*ck it
maybe i need a new outlit im startin to doubt sh*t
im feeling a little scepticle of those i hang out with
i look like a bum yo my clothes arent about sh*t
at the salvation army trying to salvage and outfit
and its cold tryna travel this road
plus i feel like im only stuck in this battlin mode
my defenses are so up, and one thing i dont want
is pity from no one the city is no fun
there is no sun and its so dark
sometimes i just feel like im being pulled apart
being torn from my limbs by each one of my friends
enough to make me just want to jump outta my skin
sometimes i feel like a robot sometimes i just know not what im doing
i just blow my head is a stove top i just explode the kettle gets so hot
sometimes my mouth just overloads with the acid i dont got
but ive learned its time for me to U turn
yo it only takes one time for me to get burnt
aint no fallin no next time i need a new girl
i can no longer play stupid or be immature
ive 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 im no longer scared now
im free as a bird and i turn and cross over
the median curb
hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on eight mile road
Chorus
