Life is a Traffic Jam

[Instrumental] [Verse 1: 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 shot man O.D. man, police abused black man to the hospital? Now what they rushin' for is my interest? Rushin' through traffic jam to get to emergency room traffic jam, that suppose to be a free clinic Only to hear if you have or 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 [Verse 2: 2Pac] Life is too short, I feel trapped Hoping 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'll 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 till the day we die, it's 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 Life is a traffic jam Life is a traffic jam