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