Chord Gitar Eminem - Sing For The Moment

[Intro]
Em D C D

 
[Verse 1]
Em                     D
These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
        C                         D
whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Em                   F#
  Like whatever they say has no bearing
     G                            A
It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
    Em                            D
to see him walkin around with his   headphones blaring
  C                    D
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
       Em                                  F#
He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
                G                   A
when he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out 
              Em                        D
Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
       C                                D
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
                 Em                        F#
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back 
G                              A
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap 
              Em                   D
He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
     C                         D
His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
    Em                              F#
and broke his nose, his house is a broken home
                G                       A
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go 
 
 
[Chorus]
       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 
C                   D                         B
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 
 
 
[Verse 2]
       Em                        D
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters 
C                              D
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum 
Em               F#
Holy or unnholy, only have one homie 
G                              A
Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me 
    Em                        D
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
         C                        D
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great 
                Em                  F#
or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate 
                 G                        A
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
          Em                       D
like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
     C                          D
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? 
     Em                     F#
From standin on corners and porches just rappin  
    G                  A
to havin a fortune, no more kissin ass 
                Em                  D
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you 
C                     D
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
   Em                       F#
to get they hands on every dime you have 
     G                                A
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
            Em                     D
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon  
C                      D
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns 
Em                              F#
   That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
 G                       A
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly 
    Em                           D
But all they kids be listenin to me religiously 
   C                         D
So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me
        Em                               F#
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
        G                              A
If I'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense B! 
Em                       D
  It's all political, if my music is literal
    C                      D
and I'm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl? 
Em                           F#
   I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to
                G                   A
You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!
 
 
[Chorus]
       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 
C                   D                         B
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 
 
 
[Verse 3]
         Em                        D
They say music can alter moods and talk to you 
            C                         D
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? 
           Em                             F#
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude 
              G                          A
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued 
               Em                    D
See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols 
    C                            D
and   they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool 
     Em                       F#
Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves 
         G                               A
We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales 
        Em                      D
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self 
        C                               D
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail 
               Em                             F#
It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin
        G                       A
to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
             Em                               D
That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing 
             C                      D
except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine 
         Em                            F#
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long 
    G                                   A
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs 
       Em                             D
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives 
          C                         D
'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die 
          Em                             F#
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe 
                 G                         A
We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes 
              Em                          D
That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it 
  C                                       D
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden 
    Em                                F#
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits  
     G                              A
live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... 
 
 
[Chorus]
       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 
C                   D                         B
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 

 
[Chorus]
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 
C                   D                         B
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 
 
 
[Outro]
Em D C D
Em F# G A
Em D C D
Em F# G A B