paranoid as im sittin in the dopespot
woderin when the next time the cops is gonna drop
everywhere you turn the road is comin to an end
livin on 8 mile yet it was glorified by eminem
life round here is not a bunch of peaches and cream
still remember the first time i got popped at by the fiends
still remember the first time smokin a blunt wit my moms
dad was gone, life was fucked up, tha days was long
but we still kept on rollin n smokin, chains golden
cant get my mind off all the weed im holdin
still remember the first 100 in my pocket, how big i did feel
the next mornin remember wakin up hearin that mike got killed
never looked to god for faith, i hated this fucking place
the only thing i believed in was myself and this 12 gauge
nobody will know my pain, not now or in the end
livin on 8 mile, glorified by eminem