Sometimes I just feel like, quittin I still might
 Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write
 Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin with real life
 Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics
 And show these people what my level of skill's like
 But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life
 Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights
 Case of the stage fright, drawin a blank like
 Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault
 Great big eye balls, 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've just been ripped
 So I must then get, hope the bus didn't split
 Man [bad word] this [bad word] yo, I'm goin the [bad word] home
 World on my shoulders as [bad word] back to this 8 Mile Road

 [bad word] 
 I'm a man, Gotta 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 goin
 Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel the alone
 Ain't gonna follow no footsteps, I'm makin my own
 Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road

 [Eminem]
 I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin to regain back
 The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same [bad word]  To the same plant, in the same pants
 Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
 And 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 the 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 tellin what really goes on in her little head
 Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had
 But I [bad word] from somethin I never wanted so bad! 
 Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
 It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet
 Don't gotta 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 piegon holed in no regular job
 Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are
 Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin 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

 [bad word] 

 [Eminem]
 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 walkin this borderline of Detroit city limits
 It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate
 Of authenticity, you'd never even see
 But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
 You never seen heard smelled or met a real MC
 Who's incredible, up on the same pedestal as me
 But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a rough time
 Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes
 Go to work and serve MC's in the lunchline
 But when [bad word] [bad word] time, where do my punchlines 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 havin no luck with this little Rabbit so [bad word] it
 Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to doubt [bad word]  I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out with
 I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about [bad word]  At Salvation Army tryin to salvage an outfit
 And it's cold, tryin to travel this ro