Maybe it’s true I’m caught up on you,maybe there’s a chance you’re stuck on me too..Maybe I’m wrong it’s all in my head..Maybe we're afraid of words we both hadn’t said!
Sometimes I just feel like, quitting I still might.Why do I put up this fight, why do I still write.Sometimes it's 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 skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life.Something ain't right, hit the brake lights..Case of the stage fright, drawing a blank like.Da-duh-da, it ain't my fault Breaking eye balls, my insides crawl and I clam up, 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 f*** this shit yo, I'm going the f*** home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road.