Sing For The Moment - Eminem, guitar chords

Published: 2010-05-25 15:30
Selection chords: Sofia Davis

Intro: D#m C# B C#

Verse:
D#m               C#     
These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
B                    C# 
Whose worst fear is a child 
C#
With dyed hair and who likes earrings
D#m                 F 
Like whatever they say has no bearing
     F#                       G#   
Itʼs so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
D#m                               C# 
To see him walkin around with his headphones blaring
  B                   C# 
Alone in his own zone, cold and he donʼt care
D#m                              F 
Heʼs a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
         F#                          G# 
When he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out 
              D#m                        C# 
Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
       B                               C#  
If he ever saw him again heʼd probably knock him out
     D#m                                     F  
His thoughts are whacked, heʼs mad so heʼs talkin back 
F#                             G#
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap 
   D#m                              C#
He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
     B                        C# 
His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
    D#m                              F  
And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
        F#                             G#    
Thereʼs no control, he just letʼs his emotions go 

Chorus: 
       D#m     
Cʼmon! Sing with me (Sing!)
C# 
Sing for the year (Sing it)
B                     C# 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Cʼmon!)
D#m               F 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
B                  C#                       A#
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... 

Verse:
D#m                        C#     
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters 
B                           C# 
In the land of the killers a sinnerʼs mind is a sanctum 
D#m                 F 
Holy or unnholy, only have one homie 
     F#                      G#   
Only this gun - lonely cause donʼt anyone know me 
D#m                            C# 
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
  B                              C# 
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great 
D#m                                  F 
Or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate 
         F#                               G# 
Itʼs like these kids hang on every single statement we make
          D#m                       C# 
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
       B                     C#  
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? 
     D#m                     F 
From standin on corners and porches just rappin  
F#                     G#
To havin a fortune, no more kissin ass 
  D#m                                C#
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you 
B                C# 
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
     D#m                    F  
To get they hands on every dime you have 
 F#                                   G#      
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
            D#m                     C#            
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon  
B                            C# 
Any dispute wonʼt hesitate to produce handguns 
D#m                           F 
Thatʼs why these prosecutors wanna convict me
     F#                 G#   
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly 
D#m                               C#
But all they kids be listenin to me religiously 
  B                     C#
So Iʼm signin CDʼs while police fingerprint me
D#m                              F  
Theyʼre for the judgeʼs daughter but his grudge is against me
        F#                       G# 
If Iʼm such a fuckin menace this shit doesnʼt make sense B! 
D#m                  C# 
Itʼs all political, if my music is literal
    B                     C#
And Iʼm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl? 
D#m                        F  
I couldnʼt; I wouldnʼt be fit to
         F#                        G# 
Youʼre full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!

Chorus: 
       D#m     
Cʼmon! Sing with me (Sing!)
C# 
Sing for the year (Sing it)
B                     C# 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Cʼmon!)
D#m               F 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
B                  C#                       A#
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
 
Verse:
         D#m                        C# 
They say music can alter moods and talk to you 
            B                        C#
Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? 
           D#m                         F 
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude 
              F#                         G# 
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and Iʼll get sued 
               D#m                    C#
See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols 
B                             C# 
and they want to get one cause, they think the shitʼs cool 
D#m                                  F 
Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves 
         F#                           G#
We entertainers, of course the shitʼs affectin our sales 
          D#m                   C# 
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self 
        B                              C# 
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail 
               D#m                             F 
Itʼs fucked up ainʼt it? How we can come from practically nothin
        F#                      G#
to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
             D#m                    C#
Thatʼs why we, sing for these kids who donʼt have a thing 
             B                     C# 
Except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine 
         D#m                            F
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long 
        F#                             G# 
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs 
       D#m                             C#
Or for anyone whoʼs ever been through shit in they lives 
          B                        C# 
ʼTil they sit and they cry at night wishin theyʼd die 
          D#m                             F 
ʼTil they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe 
      F#                                   G#  
Weʼre nothin to you - but weʼre the fuckin shit in they eyes 
           D#m                          C#
Thatʼs why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it 
  B                                      C#
Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden 
    D#m                                F 
And maybe theyʼll admit it when weʼre gone, just let our spirits  
     F#                             G#
Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... 

Chorus: 
       D#m     
Cʼmon! Sing with me (Sing!)
C# 
Sing for the year (Sing it)
B                     C# 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Cʼmon!)
D#m               F 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
B                  C#                       A#
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

       D#m     
Cʼmon! Sing with me (Sing!)
C# 
Sing for the year (Sing it)
B                     C# 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Cʼmon!)
D#m               F 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
B                  C#                       A#
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...

Outro: D#m C# B C#
       D#m F  F# G#
       D#m C# B C#
       D#m F  F# G# A