Intro (x2)
AmFmAmCBmVerse 1Am
Sometimes I just feel like, quitting I still might
Am
Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
FmAm
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
CBm
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
FmAm
Something ain't right, hit the brake lights
CBm
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
FmAm
and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut
CBm
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
FmAm
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm going the fuck home
CBm
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
ChorusAm
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Am
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
FmAm
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
CBm
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
FmAm
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own
CBm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
Verse 2Am
I'm walking these train tracks, trying to regain back
Am
the spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap
FmAmC
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
FmAm
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad
CBm
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
FmAm
Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
CBm
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
FmAm
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep
CBm
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
FmAm
That I don't pray to the sky, please I'm begging you God
CBm
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
FmAm
Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye
CBm
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
FmAm
On everything I own, I'll make it on my own
CBm
Off to work I go, back to this 8 Mile Road
ChorusAm
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Am
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
FmAm
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
CBm
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
FmAm
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own
CBm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
Verse 3Am
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
FmAm
To be walking this borderline of Detroit city limits
CBm
It's different, it's a certain significance,
AmA certificate of authenticity, you'd never even see
Am
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
FmAm
You never seen heard smelled or met a real MCCBm
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
FmAm
Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
CBm
But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go
Am
Who must I show, to bust my flow
AmFm
Where must I go, who must I know
Am
Or am I just another crab in the bucket
CAm
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
FmAm
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit
CBm
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
FmAm
My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want
CBm
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
FmAm
Im torn in my limbs, by each one of my friends
CBm
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
FmAm
I just explode, the kettle gets so hot
CBm
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
FmAm
Ain't no calling her next time I need a new girl
CBm
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
FmAm
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
CBm
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
FmAm
Then I turn and cross over the median curve
CBm
Hit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road
ChorusAm
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Am
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land
FmAm
Time to really just take matters into my own hands
CBm
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
FmAm
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making my own
CBm
Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.