Eight Mile Road F- 2pac Life Is A Taffic Jam Lyrics

Life Is A Taffic Jam Lyrics

(Eight Mile Road)

 Land of the Free, and home of the enslaved

 Till the concept of time

 6 hours, 22 minutes, and 3 seconds, I've been standing in this 

 county line

 By the looks of the Gridlock outside

 Its gotta be about 3:39

 Everybody rushin from place to place

 The looks on their faces ain't no different from mine

 Both of us look like we just worked a 9-5

 See, but when I clock out

 I'm not looking for stress, but for the kind share

 Since I started this county line shift,

 huh did I say shift? I mean this sentence

 I've heard nothing but sirens outside the door

 How much you want to bet there's an ambulance rushin a short man, 

 O.D. man, police abused black man to the hospital?

 Now what they rushin for is my intrest?

 Rushin through traffic jam to get to emergency room traffic jam, thats 

 susppose to be a free clinic

 Only to hear if you have or don't have insurance

 It ain't nuttin but survivial of the fittest

 So what they rushin for?

 And damn this man at the window is slow

 The concept of time has us all fucked, and on top of that,

 Life ain't nuttin but a traffic jam.

 

 (2pac) 

 

 Life is too short, I feel trapped

 Hopping I don't get caught, watch my back

 Lost in the traffic, heartless and tragic

 Don't wanna get my ass kicked

 So I walk in this mindless state, and a don't make me feel this way

 I'll tell ya

 Life is a traffic jam, I'm stuck

 When will you realize your fucked?

 Don't try to change my ways, I'm hopeless

 Victims to the games we play, stay focused

 Wath for the crazy ride, don't lie

 High till the day we die

 I'ts my life

 Tell me if you feel me

 I'll tell ya

 Life is a traffic jam sincerely

 Stretch your mind, spoon feed your soul

 3 voices you can't control

 Remember life is a traffic jam

 Life is a traffic jam (x4)