Sometimes I just feel like, quitting I still might
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin wit 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 brake lights
Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like...
uh, da di da , it ain't my fault
Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl
And I clam up(SLAM) I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
Just been stripped, I have just been ripped
So i must then get, off this bus then 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, I'ma 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 I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 mile road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mama I'm grown, I must travel alone
Ain't following no footsteps, I'm making my own
Only way I know how to escape from this 8 mile road
I'm walking these train tracks, tryin to regain back
the spirit I had fore I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, in the same pants
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
And get a new plan, mommas got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the T.V, buries her nose in the pad
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
While she colors her big brother, a mother and dad
Ain