متن آهنگ Yellow Brick Road از Eminem

متن آهنگ Yellow Brick Road از Eminem

What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not to constitute What this country at times calls (yeah) their throwaway children We seem to be approaching (come on) an age of the gross We all have this idea that we should Move up a little bit form our parents' station and each And each generation should do a little bit better Alright, come on, let's cut the bullshit, enough Let's get it started, let's start addressing this issue and open it up Let's take this shit back to basement And we can discuss statements that's made on this tape And its whole origin of the music that we all know and love The music that we all enjoy, the music you accuse me of tryna destroy Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit Crossin' 8 Mile into Warren into hick territory I'd like to share a story, this is my story and can't nobody tell it for me You have well informed me, I am well aware that I don't belong here You've made that perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere From Bel-Air shopping center just for stoppin' in there From the black side all the way to the white side Okay, there's a bright side, a day that I might slide You may call it a pass, I call it haulin' my ass Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks Oh, them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks Them good old notorious so well known tracks So, let's go back Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home I'd roam the streets so much they called me a drifter Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 Mile and Van Dyke or steal a goddamn bike From somebody's backyard and drop it off at the park That was the half way mark, to meet Kim had to walk Back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's That's about the time I first met Proof With Goofy Gary on the steps at Osborn, handin' out some flyers He was doin' some talent shows at Center Line High I had told him to stop by and check us out sometime He looked at me like I'm out my mind Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme" I spit out a line and rhymed birthday with first place And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike We was on the same shit, that Big Daddy Kane shit With compound syllables sound combined From that day we was down to ride Somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line So, let's go back Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool 'til your man MC Shan came through And said that Puma's the brand 'cause the Klan makes Troops It was rumors, but man, goddamn, they flew Must've been true because, man, we done banned they shoes I had the new ones, the Cool J Ice Lamb, suede too But we just threw 'em in the trash like they yesterday's news Guess who came through next? X Clan debut Professor X (Vanglorious) "Exists in a state of red, black, and green, wWith a key, sissies" Now with this bein' the new trend, we don't fit in Crackers is out with Cactus Albums, blackness is in African symbols and medallions represent Black Power And we ain't know what it meant, me and my man Howard And Butter would go to the mall With 'em all over our necks like we're showin' 'em off Not knowin' at all we was bein' laughed at "You ain't even half black You ain't 'posed to have that, homie, let me grab that And that Flavor Flav clock, we gon' have to snatch that" All I remember is meetin' back at Manix's basement Sayin' how we hate this, how racist but dope the X Clan's tape is Which reminds me, back in '89, me and Kim broke up for the first time She was tryna two-time me, and there was this black girl At our school who thought I was cool 'cause I rapped, so she was kinda eyein' me And, oh, the irony, guess what her name was? Ain't even gonna say it, plus The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts And a pair of jugs, the bombest goddamn girl in our whole school If I could pull her, not only would I become more popular But I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time But it backfired, I was supposed to dump her, but she dumped me for this black guy And that's the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to the "Ole Foolish Pride" girl But I've heard people say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad But it was, I singled out a whole race And for that apologize, I was wrong 'Cause no matter what color a girl is, she's still a So, let's go back Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Fuck out of my house, fuckin' pieces of shit Get the fuck out of my house, you stupid fucker You son of a bitch