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(feat. 2Pac) |
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[Eight Mile Road] |
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Land of the Free, and home of the enslaved |
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Till the concept of time |
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6 hours, 22 minutes, and 3 seconds, I've been standing in this |
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County line |
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By the looks of the Gridlock outside |
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Its gotta be about 3:39 |
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Everybody rushin from place to place |
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The looks on their faces ain't no different from mine |
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Both of us look like we just worked a 9-5 |
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See, but when I clock out |
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I'm not looking for stress, but for the kind share |
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Since I started this county line shift, |
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Huh did I say shift? I mean this sentence |
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I've heard nothing but sirens outside the door |
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How much you want to bet there's an ambulance rushin a short man, |
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O.D. man, police abused black man to the hospital? |
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Now what they rushin for is my intrest? |
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Rushin through traffic jam to get to emergency room traffic jam, thats |
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Susppose to be a free clinic |
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Only to hear if you have or don't have insurance |
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It ain't nuttin but survivial of the fittest |
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So what they rushin for? |
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And damn this man at the window is slow |
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The concept of time has us all fucked, and on top of that, |
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Life ain't nuttin but a traffic jam. |
[2pac] |
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Life is too short, I feel trapped |
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Hopping I don't get caught, watch my back |
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Lost in the traffic, heartless and tragic |
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Don't wanna get my ass kicked |
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So I walk in this mindless state, and a don't make me feel this way |
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I'll tell ya |
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Life is a traffic jam, I'm stuck |
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When will you realize your fucked? |
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Don't try to change my ways, I'm hopeless |
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Victims to the games we play, stay focused |
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Wath for the crazy ride, don't lie |
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High till the day we die |
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I'ts my life |
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Tell me if you feel me |
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I'll tell ya |
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Life is a traffic jam sincerely |
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Stretch your mind, spoon feed your soul |
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3 voices you can't control |
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Remember life is a traffic jam |
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Life is a traffic jam [x4] |