Eminem

These ideas are nightmares
For 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 walking around
With his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone
Cold and he dont´t care
He´s a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out
CWhen he talks about
His fucking´dad walking´out
Cuz he hates him so bad
That he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again
He´d probably
Knock him out
His thoughts are whacked
He´s mad so he´s talkin´back talkin´black,brainwashed
From rock and rap
He sags his pants
Do-rags and a stocking rap
His step-father hit him
So he socked him back
And broke his nose
This house is a broken
Home,there´s no control
He just lets his emotions go

CHORUS:
C´mon!Sing whit me(sing)
Sing for the year(sing it)
Sing for the laughter,sing for the tear
(C´mon)sing whit me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow,the god Lord
Will take you away...

Entertainment is changin
Íntertwinin´with gangsters
In the land of the killers
A sinner´s mind is a sanctum
Only you´re unholy,only have one homie
Only this gun,lonely
Cuz don´t enyone know me
Yet everybody just feels
Like they can relate
I guess words are mothafucka
They can be great
Or they can be degrade
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 his
Metarmorphosis 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 their 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 canon
Any dispute won´t hesitate
To produce handguns
That´s why these prosecutors
Wanna convict me
Swiftli just to get me offa these
Streets quickly
But all they kids been listenin
´To me religiously
So I´m singin´CDs while police
Fingerprint me
They´re for the judges 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
rase 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

They say music can alter moods
And talk to you
But can it load a gun up
For you a cock it too?
Well if it can
Then the next time you
Assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was
my fault and I´llget sued
See what these kids do
Is hear about us totin´pistols
And they want to get one,cuz they
Think the shit´s cool
not knowin´we´re really just
Protectin´ourselves
We´re entertainers,of course
This shit´s affecting our sales
You ignoramus,but music is reflection of self
we just explain it,and then we
Get our cheques in the mail
It´s fucked up,aiń´t it
How we can come
From practically nothin
´To bein´able to have
any fuckin´thing that we wanted?
It´s why we sing for these kids
Who don´t have a thing
Except for a dream and
Fucking rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures
All they walls all day long
Idolize they favourite rappers and
Know all they songs
Or for anyone who´s ever been
Throught shit in they lives
So they sit and cry at night
Wishing they´d die
Till 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
And try to freeze it and own it
Syueeze it and hold it,cuz we
Consider these minutes golden
And maybe they´ll admit it
When we´re gone
Just let our spirits live on
Through out lyrics that you
Hear in our songs and we can...

CHORUS:(2x)