Eminem - Dream On Lyrics
Dream On
These ideas are nightmares for white parents<br />
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Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings<br />
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Like whatever they say has no bearing<br />
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Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing<br />
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To see him walking around with his headphones blaring<br />
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Alone in his own zone cold, and he dont care<br />
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He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out<br />
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When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out<br />
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Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out<br />
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But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out<br />
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His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back<br />
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Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap<br />
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He sags his pants, Do rags and a stocking cap<br />
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His step-father hit him so he socked him back<br />
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And broke his nose, his house is a broken home<br />
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There's no control, he just lets his emotions go<br />
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Come on... <br />
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Chorus:<br />
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Sing with me, sing for the year<br />
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Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear<br />
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Sing with me, just for today<br />
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Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away <br />
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Verse #2<br />
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Entertainment is changing, intertwining with gangsters<br />
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In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum<br />
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Only you're unholy, only have one homey<br />
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Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me<br />
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But everybody just feels like they can relate<br />
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I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great<br />
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Or they can be degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate<br />
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Its like these kids hang on every single statement we make<br />
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Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum<br />
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Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?<br />
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From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'<br />
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To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass<br />
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But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you<br />
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Fans turn on you, attorney's all wanna turn at you<br />
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To get their hands on every dime you have<br />
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They want you to lose your mind every time you mad<br />
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So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon<br />
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Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns<br />
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Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me<br />
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Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly<br />
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But all their kids be listen'n to me religiously<br />
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So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me<br />
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They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me<br />
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If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn’t make sense, B’<br />
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It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,<br />
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How the fuck can i raise a little girl?<br />
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I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to<br />
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You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! <br />
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Chorus<br />
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Verse #3<br />
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They say music can alter moods and talk to you<br />
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But can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?<br />
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Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude<br />
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Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I’ll get sued<br />
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See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols<br />
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And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool<br />
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Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves<br />
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We entertainers; of course this shit's affecting our selves<br />
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You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self<br />
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We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail<br />
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It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'<br />
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To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted<br />
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It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing<br />
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Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine<br />
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Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long<br />
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Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs<br />
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Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives<br />
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So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die<br />
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Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe<br />
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We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes<br />
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That's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it<br />
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Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden<br />
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And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone<br />
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Just let our spirits live on, through the lyrics that you hear in our songs<br />
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And we can <br />
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Chorus<br />
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Chorus without Beat<br />
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Instrumental
