Eminem – Sing For The Moment (Guitar)

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These ideas are, nightmares to white parents

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whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings

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  Like whatever they say has no bearing

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It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing

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to see him walkin around with his   headphones blaring

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Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care

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He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out

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when he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out 

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Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out

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If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out

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His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back 

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Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap 

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He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap

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His step-father hit him so he, socked him back

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and broke his nose, his house is a broken home

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There's no control, he just let's his emotions go 

       Em     
C'mon!     Sing with me (Sing!)

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Sing for the year (Sing it)

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Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)

Em                   F# 
   Sing it with me, just for today 

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Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 

       Em                        D      
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters 

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In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum 

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Holy or unnholy, only have one homie 

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Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me 

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Yet everybody just feels like they can relate

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I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great 

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or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate 

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It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make

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like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum

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Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? 

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From standin on corners and porches just rappin  

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to havin a fortune, no more kissin ass 

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But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you 

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Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you

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to get they hands on every dime you have 

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They want you to lose your mind every time you mad

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So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon  

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Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns 

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   That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me

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Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly 

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But all they kids be listenin to me religiously 

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So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me

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They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me

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If I'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense B! 

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  It's all political, if my music is literal

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and I'm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl? 

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   I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to

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You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!

       Em     
C'mon!     Sing with me (Sing!)

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Sing for the year (Sing it)

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Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)

Em                   F# 
   Sing it with me, just for today 

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Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 

         Em                        D  
They say music can alter moods and talk to you 

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Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? 

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Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude 

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Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued 

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See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols 

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and   they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool 

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Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves 

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We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales 

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You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self 

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We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail 

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It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin

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to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted

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That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing 

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except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine 

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Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long 

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Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs 

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Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives 

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'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die 

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'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe 

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We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes 

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That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it 

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Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden 

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And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits  

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live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... 

       Em     
C'mon!     Sing with me (Sing!)

D 
Sing for the year (Sing it)

C                      D 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)

Em                   F# 
   Sing it with me, just for today 

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Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 

Em     
    Sing with me (Sing!)

D 
Sing for the year (Sing it)

C                      D 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)

Em                   F# 
   Sing it with me, just for today 

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Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...