8 mile

My 8 Mile

Sometimes I just feel like, quitting I still mightWhy do I put up this fight, why do I still write Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing 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 Something ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawing a blank like Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault Breaking eye balls, my insides crawl and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut