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