EMINEM: Sing For The Moment

(Capo 1st Fret)

Em (022000@1)             D (xx0232@1)    
These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
C (x32010@1)                   D (xx0232@1)whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Em (022000@1)               F# (244322@1)Like whatever they say has no bearing
     G (320003@1)                      A (x02220@1)  
It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
Em (022000@1)                             D (xx0232@1)to see him walkin around with his headphones blaring
  C (x32010@1)                  D (xx0232@1)Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
Em (022000@1)                            F# (244322@1)He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
         G (320003@1)                         A (x02220@1)when he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out 
              Em (022000@1)                      D (xx0232@1)Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
       C (x32010@1)                              D (xx0232@1) 
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
     Em (022000@1)                                   F# (244322@1)
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talki
n back 
G (320003@1)                            ATalkin (x02220@1)black, brainwashed from rock and rap 
   Em (022000@1)                            DHe (xx0232@1)sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
     C (x32010@1)                       D (xx0232@1)His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
    Em (022000@1)                            F# (244322@1)
and broke his nose, his house is a broken home
        G (320003@1)                            A (x02220@1)   
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go 

[Chorus: Eminem] 
       Em (022000@1)   
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D (xx0232@1)Sing for the year (Sing it)
C (x32010@1)                    D (xx0232@1)Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Em (022000@1)             F# (244322@1)Sing it with me, Just for today 
C (x32010@1)                 D (xx0232@1)                      Em(Not (022000@1)too sure about this one)
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 

[Eminem] 
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters 
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum 
Holy or unnholy, only have one homie 
Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me 
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate 
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great 
or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate 
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make 
like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum 
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? 
From standin on corners and porches just rappin 
to havin a fortune, no more kissin ass 
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you 
to get they hands on every dime you have 
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad 
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon 
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns 
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me 
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly 
But all they kids be listenin to me religiously 
So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me 
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me 
If I'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense B! 
It's all political, if my music is literal 
and I'm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl? 
I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to 
You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!

[Chorus: Eminem] 
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!) 
Sing for the year (Sing it) 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!) 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 

[Eminem] 
They say music can alter moods and talk to you 
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? 
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude 
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued 
See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols 
and they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool 
Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves 
We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales 
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self 
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail 
It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin
to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted 
That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing 
except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine 
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long 
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs 
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives 
'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die 
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe 
We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes 
That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it 
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden 
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spiritslive on 
through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... 
[Chorus: Eminem] 
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!) 
Sing for the year (Sing it) 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!) 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 


I'd say its about 95% right enjoy xx



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