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