Sing for the Moment Chords by Eminem

[Start]

[Intro]
Fm Cm Dbmaj7 Fm Csus4 Fm
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Csus4 F Fm
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[Verse]
                Eb                         
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Db                    Eb                                 F       
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
     G                               
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Ab                                              
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
Fm                                            Db     
To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
                 Eb                          F   
Alone in his own zone cold and he don't care he's
                         G                        
A problem child and what bothers him all comes out
Ab                                             
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cm              F      Fm                        
'cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
Db                       Eb                         
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
F                                                    
His thoughts are wacked he's mad so he's talkin' back
Ab                                         
Talkin' black brainwashed from rock and rap
Fm                Eb                       
He sags his pants dorags and a stockin' cap
Db                     Eb                   
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
F                      G                     
And broke his nose his house is a broken home
Ab                         Bb                  
There's no control he just lets his emotions go


[Chorus]
          F       Eb Db Eb          
Sing with me sing ■  ■  for the year
                               Fm  Ab         
Sing for the laughter and sing for ■  the tear
        Ab                         
Sing it with me it's just for today
Cm    Fm                                       
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away


[Verse]
                                            Db       
Entertainment is changin' intertwinin' with gangsters
                   Eb                           F      
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
        G                         
Holy or unholy only have one homie
Ab                                            Fm
Only this gun lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me
                   Eb                        
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
Db                  Eb                            
I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great
F                                                    
Or they can degrade or even worse they can teach hate
Ab                           Bb                            
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
F         Fm                                             
Like they worship us plus all the stores ship us platinum
Db                        Eb                  
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
F                                                
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
Ab                                     
To havin' a fortune no more kissin' ass
Fm                     Cm      Eb                          Db 
But then these critics crucify you journalists try to burn you
                 Eb                        F     
Fans turn on you attorneys all want a turn at you
       F                                
To get they hands on every dime you have
Ab                                                
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
Fm                          Eb                             
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Db                Eb                  F       
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
                 G                           
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Ab               Bb                          Fm     
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
                     Eb                         
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously
Db             Eb                             
So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
F                                                            
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
Ab                                                        Fm
If I'm such a fuckin' menace this shit doesn't make sense B 
         Eb                       Db     
It's all political if my music is literal
                   Eb                                F   
And I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl
             G                 
I couldn't I wouldn't be fit to
Ab                      Bb                                   
You're full of shit too Guerrera that was a fist that hit you
     F                        
Sing with me sing for the year


[Chorus]
     Fm  Eb                        Db      
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
                     Db            
Sing it with me it's just for today
Eb                                         Fm  
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
Ab Bb Dbmaj7 Fm
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[Verse]
     Fm                                       
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Db                        Eb                     
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too
F                            G                      
Well if it can then the next time you assault a dude
Ab                                                   
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
Fm             Cm         Eb                   Db     
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
                   Eb                               F   
And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool
                      G                        
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
Ab                                                      
We entertainers of course the shit's affectin' our sales
    Fm                                       
You ignoramus but music is reflection of self
Db                          Eb                           
We just explain it and then we get our checks in the mail
     F                         G                                
It's fucked up ain't it How we can come from practically nothin'
Ab                                                    
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
F             Fm             Eb                         
That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing
Db                       Eb                  
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
F                                                 
Who post pinup pictures on they walls all day long
Ab                                                   
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Fm                                                      
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
   Dbmaj7                   Eb                      
So they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
F                                                         
'til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
Ab                                                          
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
Fm                                                        
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
Db                               Eb                           
Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden
Fm                                        
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
             Ab             
Just let our spirits live on
                                                 Fm    
Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs so we can


[Chorus]
     Eb                   Db  
Sing with me sing for the year
                                       F   
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Fm                                 
Sing it with me it's just for today
Ab                                     Bb  Fm  
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
     Eb           Db          
Sing with me sing for the year
                      Eb               Fm  
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
             Eb                    
Sing it with me it's just for today
Ab                                             
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away


[Outro]
Fm Db Eb Fm Ab Fm Eb Db
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Eb Fm Ab Cm7 Ab Fm Eb Db
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Eb Fm G Ab Fm Db Eb
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