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