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8 Mile

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It's alright, it's okay

I'm gonna make it anyway

Gonna make it, can't give up now

I'ma make it somehow



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 brake lights

Case of the stage fright, drawin' a blank like

Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault

Great big eyeballs, 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 'vict'd

So I must then get off 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 Road



I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan

(It's alright, it's okay)

Time for me to just stand up and travel new land

(I'm gonna make it anyway)

Time for me to just take matters into my own hands

(Gonna make it, can't give up now)

Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back

(I'ma make it somehow)

(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin'

(It's alright, it's okay)

Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone

(I'm gonna make it anyway)

Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own

(Gonna make it, can't give up now)

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

(I'ma make it somehow)



I'm walkin' these train tracks, tryna regain back

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

To the same plant, in the same pants

Tryna chase rap, gotta move ASAP

And 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 the pad

And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand

While she colors her big brother and 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, 'cause I ain't blew up yet

It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet

Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep

The pressure's too much, man, I'm just tryna do what's best

And I try, sit alone and I cry

Yo, I won't tell no 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 pigeonholed in no regular job

Yo, I hope you can hear me, homie, wherever you are

Yo, I'm tellin' you, dawg, 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 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



I'm a man, gotta make a new plan

(It's alright, it's okay)

Time for me to just stand up and travel new land

(I'm gonna make it anyway)

Time for me to just take matters into my own hands

(Gonna make it, can't give up now)

Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back

(I'ma make it somehow)

(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin'

(It's alright, it's okay)

Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone

(I'm gonna make it anyway)

Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own

(Gonna make it, can't give up now)

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

(I'ma make it somehow)



You gotta live it to feel it; you didn't, you wouldn't get it

Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is

To be walkin' this borderline of Detroit city limits

It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate

Of authenticity, you'd never even see

But it's everything to me, it's my credibility

You never seen, heard, smelled or met a real MC

Who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me

But yet I'm still unsigned, havin' a rough time

Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes

Go to work and serve MCs in the lunchline

But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines 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?

'Cause I ain't havin' no luck with this little rabbit's foot, fuck it

Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit

I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I hang out with

I look like a bum, yo, my clothes ain't about shit

At the Salvation Army, tryna salvage an outfit

And it's cold, tryna travel this road

Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this battlin' mode

My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want

Is pity from no one, this city is no fun

There is no sun, and it's so dark

Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart

From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends

It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of 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 gas that 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 get burned

Ain't no fallin', no, next time I meet a new girl

I can no longer play stupid or be immature

I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage

Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words

Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge

Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred

Time to show these Free World leaders the three and a third

I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird

Then I turn and cross over the median curb

Hit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road



I'm a man, gotta make a new plan

(It's alright, it's okay)

Time for me to just stand up and travel new land

(I'm gonna make it anyway)

Time for me to just take matters into my own hands

(Gonna make it, can't give up now)

Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back

(I'ma make it somehow)

(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin'

(It's alright, it's okay)

Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone

(I'm gonna make it anyway)

Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own

(Gonna make it, can't give up now)

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

(I'ma make it somehow)

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