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