Rabbit Run (from The 8 Mile soundtrack)
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My life's like one great big ball of sh*t
If I could just put it all in to all I spit
Instead I always try to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and sh*t
While I sit writers block sick of all this sh*t
Can't call it sh*t all I know is I'm about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits
This is it last straw that's all that's it
I ain't dealing with another f**king politic
I'm like a skillet bubbling till it filters up
I'm about to k**l it I can feel it building up
Blow this building up I've concealed enough
My cup run'ith over I've done and filled it up the pen exploses bust ink spills my guts
You think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
Well I'm a show you what you gonna feel my rush
You don't feel it then it must be to real to touch
Peel a dutch I'm about to tear sh*t up
Goosebumps yeah I'm a make your hair sit up
Yeah sit up I'm a tell you who I be
I'm a make you hate me cause you ain't me
You wait it ain't to late to finally see
What you close minded f**ks were to blind to see
Whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee
Out this world and ain't no one out their mind as me
You need peace of mind here's a piece of mine
All I need's a line but sometimes
I don't always find the words to rhyme
To express how I'm really feeling at that time
Yeah sometimes sometimes sometimes just sometimes
It's always me how dark can these hallways be
The clock strikes midnight 12then half past 3
This half a**rhyme with this half a**piece of paper
I'm desperate at my desk if I could just get the rest
Of this sh*t off my chest again stuck in this slump
Can't think of nothing f**k I'm stumped
But wait here comes something
Nope it's not good enough scribble it out new pad
Crinkle it up and throw that sh*t out
I'm fizzling now thought I had figured it out
Ball's in my court but I'm scared to dribble it out
But I'm afraid but why am I afraid why am I a slave to this trade
Cyanide I'll spit to the grave real enough to rile you up
Want me to flip it I can rip it any style you want
I'm a switch hitter b**ch Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
I'm a sit here till I get enough
For me to finally hit a f**king boiling point
Put some oil in your joints
Flip the coin b**ch come get destroyed
An MC's worst dream I make them tense they hate me
See me and shake like a chain-link fence
By the looks of them you would swear Jaws was coming
By the scream of them you would swear I'm sawing someone
By the way they running you would swear the law was coming
It's now or never and tonight It's all or nothing
Momma Jimmy keeps leaving on us he said he'd be back
He pinky promised I don't think he's honest
I be back baby I just got to beat this clock
F**k this clock I'm a make them eat this watch
Don't believe me watch I'm a win this race
And I'm a come back and rub my sh*t in your face
B**ch I found my niche you gonna hear my voice
Till you sick of it you ain't gonna have a choice
If I gotta scream till I have half a lung
If I have half a chance I grab it rabbit run