Intro
Fm - D# - C# - D#
[Verse 1]
Fm D#
These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
C# D#
whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Fm G
Like whatever they say has no bearing
G# A#
It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
Fm D#
to see him walkin around with his headphones blaring
C# D#
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
Fm G
He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
G# A#
when he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out
Fm D#
Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
C# D#
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
Fm G
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back
G# A#
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
Fm D#
He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
C# D#
His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
Fm G
and broke his nose, his house is a broken home
G# A#
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go
[Chorus: Eminem]
Fm
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D#
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C# D#
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Fm G
Sing it with me, just for today
C# D# C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
[Verse 2]
Fm D#
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters
C# D#
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Fm G
Holy or unnholy, only have one homie
G# A#
Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me
Fm D#
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
C# D#
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Fm G
or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate
G# A#
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Fm D#
like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
C# D#
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
Fm G
From standin on corners and porches just rappin
G# A#
to havin a fortune, no more kissin ass
Fm D#
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
C# D#
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
Fm G
to get they hands on every dime you have
G# A#
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
Fm D#
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
C# D#
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
Fm G
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
G# A#
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
Fm D#
But all they kids be listenin to me religiously
C# D#
So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me
Fm G
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
G# A#
If I'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense B!
Fm D#
It's all political, if my music is literal
C# D#
and I'm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
Fm G
I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to
G# A#
You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!
[Chorus: Eminem]
Fm
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D#
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C# D#
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Fm G
Sing it with me, just for today
C# D# C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
[Verse 3]
Fm D#
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
C# D#
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Fm G
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude
G# A#
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
Fm D#
See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols
C# D#
and they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool
Fm G
Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves
G# A#
We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales
Fm D#
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
C# D#
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
Fm G
It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin
G# A#
to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
Fm D#
That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing
C# D#
except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine
Fm G
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
G# A#
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Fm D#
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
C# D#
'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die
Fm G
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
G# A#
We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes
Fm D#
That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
C# D#
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden
Fm G
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits
G# A#
live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...
[Chorus: Eminem]
Fm
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D#
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C# D#
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Fm G
Sing it with me, just for today
C# D# C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
[Chorus: Eminem]
Fm
Sing with me (Sing!)
D#
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C# D#
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Fm G
Sing it with me, just for today
C# D# C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
[Solo/ outro]
Fm - D# - C# - D#
Fm - G - G# - A#
Fm - D# - C# - D#
Fm - G - G# - A# - B
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