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
