MY NEW ANSWER TO EVERYTHING: "FUCK YOU, NO!" I HATE HOW MY LIFE IS... NOTHING IS EVEN GOING BAD RIGHT NOW, I JUST DONT LIKE BEING ORDINARY I FEEL EMPTY AND EVERYTHING IS BLURRED ---------------------------------------- eminem-lose yourself All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another jam or not Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got ---------------------------------------- Puddle of Mudd -"Said"

Emotionless I slip in to the black

and there's no turning back now

everyone around me smoking crack

this tunnel is blinding

hallucinating I'm debating life

but it's still moving forward

if I could change the hands of time

Well I'd do it better

Just walk away

just walk away

just walk away

fearless I have fell in to a trap

and there's no way around it

everyone is crying in the back

my kin is around me

hesistating there's no second chance

when you know your a loser

keep on trying keep an open mind

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Eminem-8 Mile Road

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 a lie

Not a moment goes by

That I look right in the sky

Please I'm beggin you God

PLEASE GOD DONT LET ME BE PIGEON HOLDIN ON TO A REGULAR JOB

Yo I hope you can hear me hommie

Wherever you are

Yo I'm tellin you don

Bailin this trailor tomorrow

Sit on the porch with all my friend's who kick dumb rhymes

Go to work

And servin them caeser in the lunch line

But when it come's crunch time

Where do my punch lines 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

Cuz I ain't havin no luck with this little rabbit so fuck it

Maybe I need a new outlit

I'm startin to doubt shit

I'm feelin a little scepticle

Of who I hang out with

I look like a bum

Yo my clothes ain't about shit

At the Salvation Army

Tryin to salvage and outfit

And it's cold

Tryin to travel this road

Plus I feel like I'm all stuck in this battlin mode

My defenses so up

And 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 being pulled apart

Being torn in my limbs

By each one of my friends

Enough to just make me wanna jump outta 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 acid 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 burnt

Ain't no fallin

No next time

Ima be a new world

I can no longer play stupid

Or be in the churn

I've got every ingredient

All I need is the courage

Like I already got to be

All I need is the words

Got the urge

Suddenly its a search

Suddenly a new verse to a vena-g is a curd

Time to show these free world leaders

Three in the third

I am no longer scared now

I'm free as a bird

And I turn and I cross over

The median curb

Hit the birds and all you see is a blur

8 Mile Rd.

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