8 Miles And Runnin'
50 Cent; Eminem; Obie Trice Lyrics

Sometimes I just feel like Quitting I still might
At times, I get the strong urge to quit, and I might just give up

Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write?
I sometimes question why I continue to struggle and write music

Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life Sometimes I want to jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skill's like But I'm still white
Life can be challenging, and I sometimes feel like performing and showcasing my talent, but my race makes it more difficult for me

Sometimes I just hate life Something ain't right Hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright Drawing a blank like Dah, dah, dah. dah It ain't my fault Great then I fall 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 ripped So I must then get Off the bus then split Man fuck this shit Yo, I'm going the fuck home
There are times when I despise my existence, and I struggle with fear and self-doubt when performing. My insecurities can be immobilizing, leaving me no choice but to leave and go home.

World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road I'm a man I'm a 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 And I'm gone
As I head back to 8 Mile Road, I realize that I need to make a new plan and start fresh. It is time for me to take control of my life and leave the past behind.

I know right where I'm going Sorry, momma, I'm grown I must travel alone Ain't gon' follow no footsteps I'm making my own Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
Despite apologies to my mother, I must journey alone and strike out on my own path, making my mark and leaving behind Eight Mile Road.

Walking these train tracks Tryin' to regain back The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant And the same pants Tryin' to chase rap Gotta move ASAP 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 her pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother, her mother and dad Ain't no telling 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
As I walk along the train tracks, I try to recapture the energy I had before, so I don't end up back at a dead-end job. I need to put together a better plan, as my mother has a new man, and my young sister doesn't understand what's going on. I wish I could fill the void of a missing father figure for her but keep running from something I never wanted so much.

Sometimes I get upset 'cause I ain't blew up yet It's like a grew up but I ain't grow me two nuts yet Don't got a rep, my step Don't got enough pep The pressure's too much, man I'm just tryin' to 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 pigeon holed in no regular job
I become distressed at times because I haven't reached the level of success I desire. It feels like I've grown up, but I'm still lacking the confidence to move forward. Despite my struggles, I pray every moment to avoid being stuck in a traditional career.

Yo I hope you can hear me homie wherever you are Yo, I'm telling you dog I'm bailing 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 hope my friend hears me wherever he is, I'm leaving this trailer and telling my mom I love her before heading out. I promise I'll never be too far away if my family needs me. I need to leave and follow my long term goals, but I'll return immediately once I make it big. For now, it's just me and my determination to make it on my own, working toward my dream on Eight Mile Road.

Gotta make a new plan 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 walking this borderline of Detroit's city limits It's different and it's a certain significance A certificate of authenticity You'd never even see But it's everything to me It's my credibility
It's essential to create a new strategy, and you must experience the journey to understand the significance of being close to Detroit's city limits. The experience is unique, and the authenticity that comes with it is everything to me. It's what sets me apart and gives me credibility.

You'd never seen, heard, smelled or met a real mc Who's incredible or on the same pedestal as me But yet still unsigned Having a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MC's in the lunch line When it comes crunch time Where did my punch lines 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 having to run with this little rabbits but fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet I'm starting to doubt shit I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with I live like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit And it's cold Trying to travel this road Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this battling mode My defenses are so up The 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 just feel like I'm being pulled apart From each one of my limbs By each one of my friends It's enough to just make me want to jump out of my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot Sometimes I just know not What I'm doing, I just blow, my head is a stove top I just explode, the kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass 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' on next time I'll meet a new girl I can not only 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 I'm Eight Mile Road
Being an unsigned rapper is tough, and I have it hard. Despite having friends and making rhymes together, my punchlines have vanished. I'm starting to question everything around me, from my lifestyle and style of clothing to who I associate with. Life is tough, and the city lacks the warmth and sunshine needed to thrive. Sometimes, I feel like a robot with my head overloaded and ready to explode. However, I've learned that failure only happens once, and I won't let it happen again. With courage, ingredients, beats, and aspirations, energy fills me as I strive to prove myself and break through the limits place upon me. It's time to show the world my talent and cross the median curb, leaving everything behind as I move forward as Eight Mile Road.