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Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's choking, how everybody's joking now The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that Easy, no He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stagnant that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo This this whole rhapsody He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him [Hook:] You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose it's old partner', but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da [Hook] No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this motherfucking roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhyming and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Trying to feed and water my seed, plus Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screaming on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not cause maybe the only opportunity that I got [Hook] You can do anything you set your mind to, man

(It's okay, it's okay. I'm gonna make it anyway.) 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 breaklights In case of the stage fright Drawin' a Blank like (Uhh, But if I fall, It ain't my fault, Breakin eyeballs, My insides crawl) And I clam up (SMASH!) 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 been dipped Or the bustin split Man fuck this shit yo I'm goin the fuck home Rollin my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Rd. (Chorus) I'm a man I'ma make a new plan Time for me to stand up and travel new land Time for me to just to take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma never look back (8 Mile Rd.) And I'm gone I don't like where I'm goin Sorry mama I've grown I must travel alone Ain't no followin no footsteps I'm makin my own Only way I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Rd. Walkin these traintracks Tryin to regain back the spirit I have 'Fore I go back to the same crap (SMASH!) To the same plant And the same pants Tryin to chase rap Gotta move A.S.A.P. Get a new plan Mama's got a new man Poor little baby sister She don't understand Sits in front of the TV, bury's 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 keep runnin from somethin I never wanted so bad Sometimes I get upset Cuz I ain't blew up yet It's like I grew up, but I aint grownin two nuts yet Don't gotta rap 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 a 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 holdin on regular job Yo I hope you can hear me hommie Wherever you are Yo I'm tellin you dog I'm bailin this trailor 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 do that for you On 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 Rd. (Chorus) Ya gotta live it to feel it If you didn't you wouldn't get it We'll see what the big deal is Why it wasn't, it still is To be walkin this border line of Detroit city's limit It's different, it's a certain significant certificate of authenticity You'd never even see But it's everything to me It's my credibility You've never seen, heard, smell, or met an MC Who's incredible and on the same pedistool as me But check Still unsigned Havin a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friend's who kick dumb rhymes Go to work And servin MC's in the lunch line But when it come's crunch time Where do 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 Cuz I ain't havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck it Maybe I need a new outlit I'm startin to doubt shit I'm feelin a little scepticle Of who I hang out with I look like a bum Yo my clothes ain't about shit At the Salvation Army Tryin to salvage and outfit And it's cold Tryin to travel this road Plus I feel like I'm only stuck in this battlin mode My defenses are so up And one thing I don't want Is pity from no one The city is no fun There is no sun And it's so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart Being torn in my limbs By each one of my friends Enough to just make me wanna jump outta my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot Sometimes I just know not what I'm doin I just blow My head is a stove top I just explode The kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the acid 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 burnt Ain't no fallin No next time Imeet a new girl I can no longer play stupid Or be immature I've got every ingredient All I need is the courage Like I already got to beat All I need is the words Got the urge Suddenly its a search Suddenly a new verse of energy has occured Time to show these free world leaders Three in the third I am no longer scared now I'm free as a bird And I turn and cross over The median curb Hit the burbs and all you see is a blur on 8 mile rd.