8 Mile Chords by Eminem

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_ _ [A] Sometimes I just feel like, waiting on a steel mic
Why do I pull up this bike?
Why do I still [Dm] write?
Sometimes it's [A] hard enough just dealing with real [Am] life
Sometimes I wanna jump a stage and just kill [A] mic
And so these people want my level of skills like
But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate [F] life
Something ain't [A] right, hit the brake [Am] light
Pace of this stage fright, throw on a plank [A] like
Bad night mic, bad night mic
Great night mic, slidin' in tight
And I clam up, I just couldn't [Am] shut it, I just can't do it
Ow man, hood's just been stripped, [A] I've just been ripped
So I must then get, off the bus then slip
[F] Man, fuck this shit, [A] yo, I'm going to fuck [Am] home
Roll up my shoulders [B] as I run back to this stage, [A] mo
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time's gonna be the best thing, y'all, let's rattle new [Dm] land
Time's gonna be the best thing, [A] Madison, come on [Am] man
Once I'm over these tracks, [C] man, I'ma never look back, [A] mo
Let em go, I know right where I'm going
Sorry mama, I'm grown, I'ma scrabble the [F] road
Ain't gonna follow no [A] footsteps, I'm making my own
[Am] Only way that I know how to [Em] escape from this big [A] mob, mo
Walking these train tracks, trying to regain back
The spirit I had, before I go back to the same crap
To the same plant, in the same [Am] pants
Trying to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
Get a new plan, [A] mama's got a new man
Poor little baby sister, she don't understand
Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the [C] pad
[E] And discolors until [A] the crayon gets [C] dull in her hand
[A] Watch her colors her big brother, her mother, and dad
Ain't no telling what really goes on in her little [F] head
Wish I [Dm] could be the daddy [A] that neither one of us had
[Am] But I keep running from something I never wanted so [A] bad
Sometimes I get upset, cause I ain't blew up yet
It's like I grew up, but I ain't grown it through nuts yet
Don't gotta break my step, don't got enough [Am] path
[D] Depresses too [C#] much, man, I'm just [C] trying to do what's [A] best
And I try, sit alone and I cry
Yo, I'm on top, don't lie, not a moment goes by
[Dm] That I don't pray to the sky, [A] please, I'm begging you God
[Am] Please don't let me be fishing, [C#] holding on [Am] regular job
Yo, I hope you can hear [A] me, homie, wherever you are
Yo, I'm telling you, y'all, I'm bailing this trail of the [F] mark
Tell my [Em] mother I love [A] her, kiss baby sister goodbye
[Am] Say [Em] whatever you need, baby, I'm [Am] never too far
But yo, I gotta get [A] out there, it's the only way I know
And I'ma be back for you the second that I [F] blow
On [Dm] everything [Am] I own, I make it on my own
Off to work I [A] go, back to this eight mile road
I'm a man, gotta make a new plan
Time for me to stand up and travel through [F] land
Time for me to take [Am] matters into my own hands
Once I'm over these [Em] tracks, man, I'ma never look [A] back, no
And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry, mama, I'm grown, I'ma straddle alone
[Dm] And you follow the [A] footsteps of making my [Am] own
Only way that I know how to [B] escape from this [A] eight mile road
You don't deserve it to feel it, you didn't, you wouldn't get it
Well, see what the big deal is, why it wasn't the silliest
To be walking this borderline of Detroit city [Am] limits
This is different, granted, to certain [C#] [Am] significance
A certificate of authenticity, [A] you've never even seen
But it's everything to me, it's my credibility
[F] You've never seen, [A] heard, smelled, or met a girl in the city
[Am] Who's incredible, or on that same pedestal as [A] me
The check is still unsigned, having a hard time
Sitting on my porch with all my friends and kick [F] dumb rhymes
[Em] Go to [A] work and serving C's in the [Am] lunch line
But when it comes [Em] crunch time, [Am] where do my points land?
Oh, who [A] must I show, to buzz my flow?
Where must I go, who [F] must I [Dm] know?
Or am I [A] just another crab in a [Am] bucket?
Cause I ain't having no luck [A] with this little rabbit's little bucket
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm starting to doubt shit
I'm feeling a little skeptical who I hang [F] out with
I look like a [A] bum, yo, my clothes ain't about [C] shit
It's the Salvation [C#] Army trying to [C] salvage an [A] outfit
And it's cold, trying to travel this road
Plus I feel like I'm all stuck in this battling [Dm] mode
My chances are [A] so off, do one thing I [Am] don't want
Spitting from no one, this city is no fun
There is no [A] sun, and it's so dark
Sometimes I feel like I'm just being pulled apart
From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends
It's enough to just make [C] me want to jump out of my [A] skin
Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not
What I'm doing, I just blow, my head is a stove top
I just explode, the kettle gets [Am] so hot
Sometimes my mouth just [Em] overloads the [A] gas 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 firm
And it's all or nothing, each time I'm eating and [Am] grub
I can no longer play stupid or be in the turf
I got every [A] ingredient, all I need is the courage
Like I already got the beat, all I need is some [F] verbs
[Dm] I got the [A] urge, suddenly it's a third
Suddenly a new burst of energy is occurred
Time to show these three world leaders, three in a third
I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird
Then I turn and cross over the median [Am] curve
Hit the verbs and what [A] you see is a blur
Well, it's my own time, man
Gotta make a new plan, time for me to stand up
Gotta grab a new [Dm] man, time for me to [A] take matters into my own [C] hands
Once [Am] I'm over these [Em] tracks, man, I'mma never look [A] back
And I'm gone, I know right where I'm going
Sorry, my heart's grown, I'mma scrabble [F] along
Ain't gonna follow no [A] footsteps, I'm making my [Am] own
Only way that I know how to escape from this hate, my road
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