2Pac, Eight Mile Road - Life Is A Traffic Jam Lyrics

Land of the Free and home of the enslaved
'Til the concept of time
Six hours, twenty-two minutes, and three seconds
I've been standing in this county line
By the looks of the gridlock outside
It's gotta be about 3:39
Everybody rushin' from place to place
The looks on their face ain't no different from mine
Both of us look like we just worked a 9 to 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 meant sentence
I've heard nothing but sirens outside the door
How much you wanna bet it's an ambulance rushin' a shot 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
That's supposed to be a free clinic
Only to hear that you have or if don't have insurance
It ain't nothin' but survival 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 nothin' 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 this dope make me feel this way
I tell ya
Life is a traffic jam, I'm stuck
When will you realize you're fucked?
Don't try to change my ways, I'm hopeless
Victim to the games we play, stay focused
Watch for the crazy ride, don't lie
High 'til the day we die
It's my life
Tell me if you feel me
I tell ya
Life is a traffic jam sincerely
Stretch your mind, spoon feed your soul
Three voices you can't control
Remember
Life is a traffic jam
Life is a traffic jam
Life is a traffic jam
Life is a traffic jam