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