Sing For The Moment
EminemVersion1TuningE2 A2 D3 G3 B3 E4 (low to high)Capofret 1
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These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
to see him walkin around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
when he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talki
n back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
and broke his nose, his house is a broken home
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go
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...
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!
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...
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...
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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Readable chord sheet for Sing For The Moment by Eminem
Tuning: E2 A2 D3 G3 B3 E4 (low to high)
[Em]These ideas are, [D]nightmares to white parents [C]whose worst fear is a [D]child with dyed hair and who likes earrings [Em]Like whatever they [F#]say has no bearing It's [G]so scary in a house that [A]allows, no swearing [Em]to see him walkin around with his[D] headphones blaring Al[C]one in his own zone, [D]cold and he don't care [Em]He's a problem child, and what b[F#]others him all comes out when he t[G]alks about, his fuckin dad w[A]alkin out Cause he just [Em]hates him so bad that he, [D]blocks him out If he e[C]ver saw him again he'd probably k[D]nock him out His t[Em]houghts are whacked, he's mad so he's t[F#]alki n back [G]Talkin black, brainwashed from [A]rock and rap He [Em]sags his pants; doo rags and a s[D]tockin cap His s[C]tep-father hit him so he, [D]socked him back and [Em]broke his nose, his house is a b[F#]roken home There's [G]no control, he just let's his e[A]motions go Eminem] C'mon! [Em]Sing with me (Sing!) [D]Sing for the year (Sing it) [C]Sing for the laughter, [D]sing for the tear (C'mon!) [Em]Sing it with me, [F#]Just for today [C]Maybe tomorrow, the [D]good Lord will take you a[Em]way... [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! 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... 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