Eminem - Sing For The Moment Chords

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variations
         
         
         
         
         
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No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 1 fret
EmThese ideas are, Dnightmares to white parents Cwhose worst fear is a Dchild with dyed hair and who likes earrings EmLike whatever they Fsay has no bearing It's Gso scary in a house that Aallows, no swearing Emto see him walkin around with hisD headphones blaring AlCone in his own zone, Dcold and he don't care EmHe's a problem child, and what bFothers him all comes out when he tGalks about, his fuckin dad wAalkin out Cause he just Emhates him so bad that he, Dblocks him out If he eCver saw him again he'd probably kDnock him out His tEmhoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's tFalki n back GTalkin black, brainwashed from Arock and rap He Emsags his pants; doo rags and a sDtockin cap His sCtep-father hit him so he, Dsocked him back and Embroke his nose, his house is a bFroken home There's Gno control, he just let's his eAmotions go

Chorus

Eminem] C'mon! EmSing with me (Sing!) DSing for the year (Sing it) CSing for the laughter, Dsing for the tear (C'mon!) EmSing it with me, FJust for today CMaybe tomorrow, the Dgood Lord will take you aEmway... [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!

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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...

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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