Eight Mile Road - Life Is A Traffic Jam (feat. 2Pac)

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. 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