| 8 Mile Road -Eminem |
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8 Mile by Eminem
Lyrics
[Eminem]
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 then I falls, my insides crawl
and I clam up (wham) I just slam shut
I just can't do it, my whole manhood's
just been stripped, I have just been vicked
So I must then get off the bus then split
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8
Mile Road
[Chorus]
I'm a man, I'ma 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 alone
ain't gon' follow the footsteps I'm making 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
crap
To the same plant, and 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 and 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, 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 pigeon 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
[Chorus]
[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 wasn't
the skillest
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 upon 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 it comes crunch 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 fuck it
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin to
doubt shit
I'm feelin a little skeptical who I hang out
with
I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about
shit
At the Salvation Army tryin to salvage an
outfit
And it's cold, tryin to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in this battlin
mode
My defenses are so up, but 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 bein pulled
apart
From each one of my limbs, by each on of my
friends
It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of
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 ass
that 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
burned
Ain't no fallin no next time I meet a new
girl
I can no longer play stupid or be immature
I got every ingredient, all I need is the
courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is
the words
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occured
Time to show these free world leaders the
three and a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median curb
Hit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur from
8 Mile Road
[Chorus]
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Affichage : 219779
Durée : 353 s |
| Trailer ''8 Mile'' |
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·8 Millas (2002)
TÃtulo original: 8 Mile
Sinopsis: Detroit, 1995. Capital del crimen.
Un imperio caÃdo. Sus mejores barrios han
entrado en decadencia, los blancos se han
marchado al evaporarse las oportunidades y el
optimismo que una vez hicieron de ésta una
urbe bulliciosa y próspera. La brillante
promesa de potencia industrial de Detroit se
ha transformado en un hervidero de conflictos
económicos y raciales después de que la
ciudad sufriera una de las peores rachas de
disturbios callejeros de la historia de
Norteamérica. La calle 8 Mile Road, que
recorre el perÃmetro de la ciudad, marca
ahora la frontera entre lo urbano y lo
suburbano, entre lo negro y lo blanco. Pero
en Detroit hay una larga tradición de
creatividad bajo presión, y muchas veces se
ha manifestado a través de la música: el
sonido de la Tamla Motown, que dominó la
música popular de los años 60, la maestrÃa
de Aretha Franklin, el llamado sonido Detroit
de rockeros como Mitch Ryder, Bob Seger o el
grupo MC5... la música de la ciudad ha
tenido siempre unas raÃces obreras y ha
expresado sin filtros la verdad sobre las
realidades de la vida. Y la música hip hop
de Detroit no es ninguna excepción a esta
tradición. Para chicos como Jimmy Smith Jr.
(Eminem), el hip hop es lo único que les
separa del abismo.
Tags : Trailer Mile Detroit Eminem Marshall Mathers Kim Basinger Brittany Murphy Mekhi Phifer |
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Affichage : 4811
Durée : 141 s |
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