Sing For The Moment - Eminem, guitar chords

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

Intro: Em D C D

Verse:
Em               D     
These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
C                    D 
Whose worst fear is a child 
D
With dyed hair and who likes earrings
Em                 F# 
Like whatever they say has no bearing
     G                       A   
Itʼs 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 donʼt care
Em                              F# 
Heʼs 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 heʼd probably knock him out
     Em                                     F#  
His thoughts are whacked, heʼs mad so heʼs 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    
Thereʼs no control, he just letʼs his emotions go 

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

Verse:
Em                        D     
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters 
C                           D 
In the land of the killers a sinnerʼs mind is a sanctum 
Em                 F# 
Holy or unnholy, only have one homie 
     G                      A   
Only this gun - lonely cause donʼt 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 
Itʼs 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 wonʼt hesitate to produce handguns 
Em                           F# 
Thatʼs 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 Iʼm signin CDʼs while police fingerprint me
Em                              F#  
Theyʼre for the judgeʼs daughter but his grudge is against me
        G                       A 
If Iʼm such a fuckin menace this shit doesnʼt make sense B! 
Em                  D 
Itʼs all political, if my music is literal
    C                     D
And Iʼm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl? 
Em                        F#  
I couldnʼt; I wouldnʼt be fit to
         G                        A 
Youʼre full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!

Chorus: 
       Em     
Cʼmon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D 
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C                     D 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Cʼmon!)
Em               F# 
Sing it with me, Just for today 
C                  D                       B
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
 
Verse:
         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 Iʼll 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 shitʼs cool 
Em                                  F# 
Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves 
         G                           A
We entertainers, of course the shitʼs 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# 
Itʼs fucked up ainʼt it? How we can come from practically nothin
        G                      A
to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
             Em                    D
Thatʼs why we, sing for these kids who donʼt 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 whoʼs ever been through shit in they lives 
          C                        D 
ʼTil they sit and they cry at night wishin theyʼd die 
          Em                             F# 
ʼTil they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe 
      G                                   A  
Weʼre nothin to you - but weʼre the fuckin shit in they eyes 
           Em                          D
Thatʼs 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 theyʼll admit it when weʼre gone, just let our spirits  
     G                             A
Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... 

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

       Em     
Cʼmon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D 
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C                     D 
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Cʼmon!)
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 A#