Intro: Fm Eb Db Eb

Verse 1:
Fm                     Eb
These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
        Db                        Eb
whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Fm                   G
  Like whatever they say has no bearing
     Ab                           Bb
It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
    Fm                            Eb
to see him walkin around with his   headphones blaring
  Db                   Eb
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
       Fm                                  G
He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
                Ab                  Bb
when he talks about, his xxxxxx dad walkin out
              Fm                        Eb
Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
       Db                               Eb
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
                 Fm                        G
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back
Ab                             Bb
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
              Fm                   Eb
He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
     Db                        Eb
His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
    Fm                              G
and broke his nose, his house is a broken home
                Ab                      Bb
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go

Chorus: eminem:
       Fm
C'mon!     Sing with me (Sing!)
Eb
Sing for the year (Sing it)
Db                     Eb
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Fm                   G
   Sing it with me, just for today
Db                  Eb                        C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

Verse 2:
       Fm                        Eb
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters
Db                             Eb
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Fm               G
Holy or unnholy, only have one homie
Ab                             Bb
Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me
    Fm                        Eb
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
         Db                       Eb
I guess words are a xxxxxxxxxxxx, they can be great
                Fm                  G
or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate
                 Ab                       Bb
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
          Fm                       Eb
like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
     Db                         Eb
Now how the xxxx did this metamorphosis happen?
     Fm                     G
From standin on corners and porches just rappin
    Ab                 Bb
to havin a fortune, no more kissin ass
                Fm                  Eb
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Db                    Eb
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
   Fm                       G
to get they hands on every dime you have
     Ab                               Bb
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
            Fm                     Eb
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Db                     Eb
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
Fm                              G
   That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
 Ab                      Bb
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
    Fm                           Eb
But all they kids be listenin to me religiously
   Db                        Eb
So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me
        Fm                               G
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
        Ab                             Bb
If I'm such a xxxxxx menace this xxxx doesn't make sense B!
Fm                       Eb
  It's all political, if my music is literal
    Db                     Eb
and I'm a criminal how the xxxx can I raise a little girl?
Fm                           G
   I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to
                Ab                  Bb
You're full of xxxx too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!

Chorus: eminem:
       Fm
C'mon!     Sing with me (Sing!)
Eb
Sing for the year (Sing it)
Db                     Eb
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Fm                   G
   Sing it with me, just for today
Db                  Eb                        C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

Verse 3:
         Fm                        Eb
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
            Db                        Eb
Well can it load a gun up for you and xxxx it too?
           Fm                             G
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude
              Ab                         Bb
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
               Fm                    Eb
See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols
    Db                           Eb
and   they want to get one cause, they think the xxxx's cool
     Fm                       G
Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves
         Ab                              Bb
We entertainers, of course the xxxx's affectin our sales
        Fm                      Eb
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
        Db                              Eb
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
               Fm                             G
It's xxxxxx up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin
        Ab                      Bb
to bein able to have any xxxxxx thing that we wanted
             Fm                               Eb
That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing
             Db                     Eb
except for a dream and a xxxxxx rap magazine
         Fm                            G
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
    Ab                                  Bb
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
       Fm                             Eb
Or for anyone who's ever been through xxxx in they lives
          Db                        Eb
'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die
          Fm                             G
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
                 Ab                        Bb
We're nothin to you - but we're the xxxxxx xxxx in they eyes
              Fm                          Eb
That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
  Db                                      Eb
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden
    Fm                                G
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits
     Ab                             Bb
live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...

Chorus: eminem:
       Fm
C'mon!     Sing with me (Sing!)
Eb
Sing for the year (Sing it)
Db                     Eb
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Fm                   G
   Sing it with me, just for today
Db                  Eb                        C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

Chorus: eminem:
Fm
    Sing with me (Sing!)
Eb
Sing for the year (Sing it)
Db                     Eb
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Fm                   G
   Sing it with me, just for today
Db                  Eb                        C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

Solo:
   Fm   Eb   Db   Eb
   Fm   G    Ab   Bb
   Fm   Eb   Db   Eb
   Fm   G    Ab   Bb   C
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