Аккорды Eminem - "White America"

            (Prelude)
Am
America! We love you! How many people are proud to be 
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citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights 
that men have died for to protect / The women and men who have broke their necks for the 
freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo I want everybody 
to listen to the words of this song) or so we´re told...

Verse 1
I never would´ve dreamed in a million years I´d see, so many motherfuckin´ people who 
feel like me/who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, it´s like a fuckin´ 
army marchin´ in back of me/So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed in no particular 
direction, just sprays and sprays and straight through your radio waves it plays and 
plays, till it stays stuck in your head for days and days/who woulda thought, standing 
in this mirror bleachin´ my hair, with some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear/that 
I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would 
have an impact like this/I must´ve struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz 
Congress keeps telling me I ain´t causin´ nuthin´ but problems/and now they´re sayin´ 
I´m in trouble with the government, I´m lovin´ it, I shoveled shit all my life/and now 
I´m dumping it on...

Chorus X2
White America!
I could be one of your kids
White America!
Little Eric looks just like this
White America!
Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get

Verse 2
Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose, 
Shady sits on the shelf/but Shady´s cute, Shady knew Shady´s dimples would help, make 
ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales/Lets do the math, If I was black I 
would´ve sold half, I ain´t have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that/but I 
could rap, so fuck school, I´m too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the 
fuckin´ studio´s at/When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels 
wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like/Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to 
look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass/helped him get back to 
the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan 
that he´s got/Like damn, we just swapped. Sittin´ back lookin´ at shit, wow, I´m like my 
skin is it starting to work to my benefit now?

Chorus X2

Verse 3
See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist/whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckin´ turbulence/straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, 
and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre/That´s all it took, and they were 
instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like 
them/that´s why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchin´ with a fine tooth 
comb, its like this rope/waitin´ to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me 
while I write this, like I don´t like this (Nope)/All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, 
constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts 
early/surely hip hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it bothered the 
fathers of daughters starting to blossom/so now I´m catchin´ the flack from these 
activists when they raggin´, actin´ like I´m the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say 
faggot/shit, just look at me like I´m your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother 
fuckin´ spokesman now for...

Chorus X2

Verse 4
So to the parents of America / I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her 
character / The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns / Sent to lead the march 
right up to the steps of Congress / And piss on the lawns of the White House and replace 
it with a Parental Advisory sticker / To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy 
of hypocrisy / Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of 
speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you! I´m just 
kiddin´ America, you know I love you...