Sometimes I just feel like - quittin, I still might 
why do I put up this fight? why do I still write? 
sometimes its 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 skills like 
but I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life 
something ain't right, hit the break lights 
facing this stage fright, drawing a blank like 
"uhh da da da duhh it ain't my fault 
cry-ing eye balls, my inside crawl" 
And I clam up I just slam shut, I just can't do it 
my whole manhoods just been stripped 
I have just been evict so I must in get 
hope to bust in, split, man fuck this shit 
yo- I'm going the fuck home 
world on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road 

(Chorus) 
I'm a man, Ima make a new plan 
time for me to just stand up, and travel new land 
time for me to just take matters in to my own hands 
once on move on from these track, I'll never look back (8 Mile Road) 
and I'm gone, and I