It’s alright, it’s okay, I’m gon make it away..

Grew up on the main road, sometimes I would hate home, like many other kids on my head there’s no halo, in bed I would make poems, thinking they’re great songs, knowing what was coming out the pen it was napalm, and when the next day comes, if bad I could stay calm, by jotting down my thoughts on a page I’m away from, the bullshit in my life any problem I’m facing, I can just shut it my home of Foxton’s erasing, and all these options awaken I can open my eyes, my emotions are tired, no longer broken inside, instead I could find a way to express hurt, a way to connect words, it’s just how my head works, and I really I know, there is nowhere to go, I don’t do it for fame look I’m not tryna blow, I’m in limbo like a circle on my hands and my feet, I do it it’s fluent just like a language you speak.

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 in my two hands
While I’m writing these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mother I’ve 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

Whatevers going on, look it helps me write a song, doesn’t matter right or wrong, cus I’m rapping mic is on, and the kinda vibe you get, is defined by where I’m at, the way my mind is set, when I decide that I’ma rap, if I feel above the world, I could say I love my girl, if I’m walking with these weights that I’m finding tough to curl, I will tell it to you straight, I won’t tell it to your face, I will spell it on a page, or express it on a stage, listen up it’s my escape, when I start to feel estranged, when the pain is like a stain, when I start to feel insane, when I keep it all locked up the combination to the safe, is the lyrics in my brain, if your calling kurt kobain, you think to do the same, get this music in your veins, don’t chose it for the fame, I abuse it when I’m stuck, helps to get me out a rut, it’s that little bit of luck, that is needed to look up when I’m fucked, it’s what they know me for, look it’s been my only door, it can leave you open jawed, when you hear me don’t ignore, put your speakers to the blast pay attention to my lyrics, know that everything I’m saying is my life and how I live it, spirit of tupac the soul I stole from em, so when shit hits the fan it’s like here we go again, catch me reaching for the pen that’s it I’m going in, put my life on the mic now let the show begin

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 in my two hands
While I’m writing these tracks man I'ma never look back
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mother I’ve 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