Sing For The Moment - Eminem, guitar chords

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

Intro: Gm F D# F

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

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

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

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

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

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

Outro: Gm F D# F
       Gm A  A# C
       Gm F D# F
       Gm A  A# C C#