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