8 Mile by Eminem
Key: AmAm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro (x2)
Am    Fm Am C Bm
Verse 1
Am
Sometimes I just feel like, quitting I still might
Am
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
Fm                              Am
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
C                         Bm
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
Am
And show these people what my level of skill's like
Am
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
Fm                     Am
Something ain't right, hit the brake lights
C                         Bm
Case of the stage fright, drawing a blank like
Am
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
Am
Breaking eye balls, my insides crawl
Fm                   Am
and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut
C                   Bm
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
Am
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
Am
So I must then get off the bus then split
    Fm                     Am
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the fuck home
C                              Bm
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
Chorus
Am
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Am
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
        Fm                         Am
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
C                                   Bm
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Am
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
           Fm                       Am
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own
C                            Bm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
Verse 2
Am
I'm walking these train tracks, trying to regain back
Am
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
Fm               Am                 C
To the same plant, and the same pants
                 Bm
Trying to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
Am
And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Am
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
        Fm                          Am
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
         C                            Bm
And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand
Am
While she colors her big brother and mother and dad
Am
Ain't no telling what really goes on in her little head
       Fm                              Am
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
           C                              Bm
But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad!
Am
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
Am
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
Fm                       Am
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
    C                                 Bm
The pressure's too much man, I'm just trying to do what's best
Am
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Am
Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by
             Fm                          Am
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm begging you God
             C                            Bm
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Am
Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
Am
Yo I'm telling you dawg I'm balling this trailer tomorrow
        Fm                           Am
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
    C                              Bm
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm never too far
Am
But yo I gotta get out there, the only way I know
Am
And I'ma be back for you, the second that I blow
   Fm                     Am
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
       C          Bm
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road
Chorus
Am
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Am
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
        Fm                         Am
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
C                                   Bm
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Am
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
           Fm                       Am
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own
C                            Bm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
Verse 3
Am
You gotta live it to feel it, you didn't you wouldn't get it
Am
Or see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the skillest
      Fm                         Am
To be walking this borderline of Detroit city limits
     C                         Bm
It's different, it's a certain significance,
              Am
A certificate of authenticity, you'd never even see
Am
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
          Fm                    Am
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
      C                        Bm
who's incredible upon the same pedestal as me
Am
But yet I'm still unsigned, having a rough time
Am
Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
Fm                   Am
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
    C                          Bm
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Am
Who must I show, to bust my flow
Am                          Fm
Where must I go, who must I know
                     Am
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
              C                               Am
Cause I ain't having no luck with this little rabbit's foot, fuck it
Am
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit
Am
I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang out with
  Fm                     Am
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
       C                        Bm
At the Salvation Army trying to salvage an outfit
Am
And it's cold, trying to travel this road
Am
Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battling mode
   Fm                      Am
My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want
   C                     Bm
Is pity from no one, the city is no fun
Am
There is no sun, and it's so dark
Am
Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart
   Fm                        Am
Im torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends
     C                                 Bm
It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin
Am
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
Am
What I'm doing I just blow, my head is a stove top
Fm                  Am
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
C                                     Bm
Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid I don't got
Am
But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn
Am
Yo it only takes one time for me to get burned
         Fm                      Am
Ain't no calling her next time I need a new girl
          C                      Bm
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
Am
I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage
Am
Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words
Fm                    Am
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
       C                    Bm
Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred
Am
Time to show these free world leaders the three and a third
Am
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
       Fm                       Am
Then I turn and cross over the median curve
         C                          Bm
Hit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road
Chorus
Am
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Am
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
        Fm                         Am
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
C                                   Bm
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back
Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Am
Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel alone
           Fm                       Am
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own
C                            Bm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road