8 Mile

Intro: Am~~~ Fm Am C Bm  (2x)

{Eminem}
Am
Sometimes I just feel like, quittin 
I still might

Why do I put up this fight, why do I
 still write
Fm                            
Sometimes it's hard enough just 
   Am
dealin with real life
C                          Bm
Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and 
just kill mics
Am
And show these people what my level 
of skill's like

But I'm still white, sometimes I 
just hate life
Fm                   Am
Somethin ain't right, hit the brake 
lights
 C                       Bm
Case of the stage fright, drawin a 
blank like
 Am
Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault

Great then I falls, my insides crawl
Fm                    Am
and I clam up {*wham*} I just slam 
shut
C                  Bm
I just can't do it, my whole 
manhood's
Am
just been stripped, I have just been
 vicked

So I must then get, off the bus then
 slip
     Fm                     Am
Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the 
fuck home
 C                              Bm
World on my shoulders as I run back 
to this 8 Mile Road

{Chorus}
Am
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan

Time for me to just stand up, and 
travel new land
         Fm                     
Time to really just take matters 
    Am
into my own hands
         C                         
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma
  Bm
 never look back
Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know 
right where I'm goin

Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel
 alone
        Fm                     
And go follow the footsteps I'm 
  Am
makin my own
      C                        Bm
Only way that I know how to escape 
from this 8 Mile Road


{Eminem}
     Am
I'm walkin these train tracks, tryin
 to regain back

the spirit I had 'fore I go back to 
the same crap
Fm                Am             
To the same plant,  and the same 
     C
pants
                 Bm
Tryin to chase rap, gotta move ASAP
Am
And get a new plan, momma's got a 
new man

Poor little baby sister, she don't 
understand
         Fm                        
Sits in front of the TV, buries her
  Am
 nose in the pad
          C                     
And just colors until the crayon 
       Bm
gets dull in her hand
Am
While she colors her big brother and
 mother and dad

Ain't no tellin what really goes on 
in her little head
        Fm                    
Wish I could be the daddy that 
         Am
neither one of us had
             C                   
But I keep runnin from somethin I 
         Bm
never wanted so bad!
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Am
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
Fm                      Am
Don't gotta rep my step, don't got 
enough pep
     C                          
The pressure's too much man, I'm 
       Bm
just tryin to do what's best
Am
And I try, sit alone and I cry

Yo I won't tell no lie, not a moment
 goes by
              Fm                   
That I don't pray to the sky, 
       Am
please I'm beggin you God
              C               
Please don't let me be bitchin 
           Bm
holdin no regular job
Am
Yo I hope you can hear me homey 
wherever you are

Yo I'm tellin you dawg I'm bailin 
this trailer tomorrow
         Fm                        
Tell my mother I love her, kiss 
   Am
baby sister goodbye
       C                           
Say whenever you need me baby, I'm 
Bm
never too far
Am
But yo I gotta get out there, the 
only way I know

And I'ma be back for you, the second
 that I blow
   Fm                      Am
On everything I own, I'll make it on
 my own
        C         Bm
Off to work I go, back to this 8 
Mile Road
{Chorus}
Am
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan

Time for me to just stand up, and 
travel new land
         Fm                     
Time to really just take matters 
    Am
into my own hands
         C                         
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma
  Bm
 never look back
Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know 
right where I'm goin

Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel
 alone
        Fm                     
And go follow the footsteps I'm 
  Am
makin my own
      C                        Bm
Only way that I know how to escape 
from this 8 Mile Road
{Eminem}
Am
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
       Fm                      
To be walkin this borderline of 
    Am
Detroit city limits
          C                   
It's different, it's a certain 
      Bm
significance, a certificate
Am
of authenticity, you'd never even 
see

But it's everything to me, it's my 
credibility
          Fm                     
You never seen heard smelled or met 
Am
a real MC
          C                   
who's incredible upon the same 
  Bm
pedestal as me
Am
But yet I'm still unsigned, havin a 
rough time

Sit on the porch with all my friends
 and kick dumb rhymes
Fm                     Am
Go to work and serve MC's in the 
lunchline
      C                         Bm
But when it comes crunch time, where
 do my punchlines go
Am
Who must I show, to bust my flow
                              Fm
Where must I go, who must I know
                       Am
Or am I just another crab in the 
bucket
               C                
Cause I ain't havin no luck with 
             Bm
this little Rabbit so fuck it
Am
Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm 
startin to doubt shit

I'm feelin a little skeptical who I 
hang out with
   Fm                      Am
I look like a bum, yo my clothes 
ain't about shit
       C                      
if the Salvation Army tryin to 
 Bm
salvage an outfit
Am
And it's cold, tryin to travel this 
road

Plus I feel like I'm on stuck in 
this battlin mode
       Fm                  Am
My defenses are so up, but one thing
 I don't want
    C                     Bm
is pity from no one, the city is no 
fun
Am
There is no sun, and it's so dark

Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein 
pulled apart
    Fm                        Am
I'm torn in my limbs, by each one of
 my friends
       C                         
It's enough to make me just wanna 
     Bm
jump out of my skin
Am
Sometimes I feel like a robot, 
sometimes I just know not

what I'm doin I just blow, my head 
is a stove top
Fm                   Am
I just explode, the kettle gets so 
hot
     C                           
Sometimes my mouth just overloads 
     Bm
the ass that I don't got
Am
But I've learned, it's time for me 
to U-turn

Yo it only takes one time for me to 
get burned
          Fm                    Am
Ain't no fallin no next time I meet 
a new girl
          C                     Bm
I can no longer play stupid or be 
immature
Am
I got every ingredient, all I need 
is the courage

Like I already got the beat, all I 
need is the words
Fm                   Am
Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge
       C                    Bm
Suddenly a new burst of energy is 
occured
Am
Time to show these free world 
leaders the three and a third

I am no longer scared now, I'm free 
as a bird
       Fm                     
Then I turn and cross over the 
  Am
median curb
         C                         
Hit the verbs and all you see is a 
 Bm
blur from 8 Mile Road

{Chorus}
Am
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan

Time for me to just stand up, and 
travel new land
         Fm                     
Time to really just take matters 
    Am
into my own hands
         C                         
Once I'm over these tracks man I'ma
  Bm
 never look back
Am
(8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know 
right where I'm goin

Sorry momma I'm grown, I must travel
 alone
        Fm                     
And go follow the footsteps I'm 
  Am
makin my own
      C                        Bm
Only way that I know how to escape 
from this 8 Mile Road