EEminem • White America (аккорды и текст - chords & lyrics)



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    America! We love you! How many people are proud to be 
    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 weґre told...
    Verse 1
    I never wouldґve dreamed in a million years Iґd see, so many motherfuckinґ people who 
    feel like me/who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, itґs like a fuckinґ 
    army marchinґ 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 bleachinґ 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 mustґve struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz 
    Congress keeps telling me I ainґt causinґ nuthinґ but problems/and now theyґre sayinґ 
    Iґm in trouble with the government, Iґm lovinґ it, I shoveled shit all my life/and now 
    Iґm 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 Shadyґs cute, Shady knew Shadyґs dimples would help, make 
    ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales/Lets do the math, If I was black I 
    wouldґve sold half, I ainґt have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that/but I 
    could rap, so fuck school, Iґm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the 
    fuckinґ studioґs 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 heґs got/Like damn, we just swapped. Sittinґ back lookinґ at shit, wow, Iґm 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 motherfuckinґ turbulence/straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, 
    and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre/Thatґs all it took, and they were 
    instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like 
    them/thatґs why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchinґ with a fine tooth 
    comb, its like this rope/waitinґ to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me 
    while I write this, like I donґt 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 Iґm catchinґ the flack from these 
    activists when they ragginґ, actinґ like Iґm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say 
    faggot/shit, just look at me like Iґm your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother 
    fuckinґ 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! Iґm just 
    kiddinґ America, you know I love you...


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