White America Chords by Eminem

_ _ _ _ [C#m] _ [G#] We love you.
[C#] Many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country.
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 and speech the United States
government has sworn to uphold.
I want everybody to listen to the words of this woman.
I never would have dreamed in a million years [C#m] I'd see so many motherfucking people [C#] who feel
like me, who share the same views and the same exact belief.
It's like a dream come true.
[C#m] It's like a fucking army [G#] marching in back of me.
So [C#] many lives I've taught, so much anger aimed in no particular direction.
Just sprays and sprays, straight through your radio waves.
It plays and plays, to this day stuck in your head for days and days.
Who would have thought standing in this [G#] man bleaching my hair with [C#m] some peroxide, reaching
for [G#] a t-shirt to wear, that I [C#] would catapult to the forefront of crap like [C#m] this.
How could I predict my worth and have [G#] an impact like this?
I [C#] must have struck a chord with somebody up in the office, cause Congress keeps telling
me I ain't causing nothing but problems.
And now they're saying I'm in trouble with the government.
I'm loving it.
I've stumbled shit all my life, and now I'm jumping in on White America.
I could be one of your kids.
[C#m] White America.
Little Eric [C#] looks just like this.
White America.
Erica loves my shit.
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get.
White America.
I could be one of your kids. White [C#m] America.
Little Eric [C#] looks just like this.
White America.
Erica loves my shit.
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get.
Look at these eyes, baby, ooh, baby, just like [C#m] yourself.
If they were brown, [C#] shady, loose, shady sits on the shelf.
But shady's cute, shady, loose, shady's pimples would help.
Make ladies swoon, [G#] baby.
Ooh, baby.
Look at my [C#] sack.
Let's do the math.
If I was black, I would have sold half.
I ain't have to [G#] graduate from Lincoln High School and all that.
But I [C#] can rap, so fuck school.
I'm [G#] too cool to go back.
Give me [C#m] the mic.
Show me where the fucking studios [C#] at.
When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white.
No labels for the disciple.
Almost gave up, I was like, fuck it until I met Dre.
The only one who looked 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 [G#] white man that he's got.
Like, [C#] damn, we just swapped.
Sitting back looking at shit, wow.
I'm like, my skin is a stunner.
Worked to my benefit now.
It's White America!
I could be one of your kids!
White America!
Look, Eric looks just like this.
White America!
Erica loves my shit!
I go to TRL.
Look how many hugs I get.
White America!
I could be one of your kids!
White America!
[C#m] Look, Eric looks just like this.
[C#] White America!
Erica loves my shit!
Go to TRL.
Look how many hugs I get.
See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids
Who otherwise woulda never knew [G#] these verbs exist
Cause [C#] moms probably woulda never gave you squirts or pits
Till I created so [G#] much motherfuckin' turbulence
[C#] Straight out the tube right into your living rooms
I came and kids [C#m] slipped when [G#] they knew I was produced by Dre
That's all [C#] it took and they were instantly hooked right [C#m] in
And they connected with [G#] me too because I looked like them
That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope
[C#] Searching for the fine tooth comb, [G#] it's like this rope
Waiting to choke, tightening around my [C#m] throat
Watching me while I [C#] write this like I don't like this, no
All I hear is lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy
Spotters working round the clock to try to lock my [G#] conscience
Early shirty hip hop [C#] is never a problem in Harlem
Only [C#m] important after it bothered your [C#] fathers
If God is starting to pop them, so now I'm catching the flak
From these activists when they ragging, acting like I'm the first [G#] rapper to smack em
They just say faggot shit, [C#] it's looking mean like I'm your closest pal
I'm the postage out, the motherfuckin' spokesman now for
White America, I could be one of your kids
White [C#m] America, little Eric [C#] looks just like this
White America, Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
White America, I could be one of your kids
White [C#m] America, little Eric [C#] looks just like this
White America, Erica loves my shit
I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get
So do the parents of America, [C#m] _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ ringleader of the [C#m] circus of the smallest horns
[G#] Sent to lead the [C#] march to the steps of Congress and piss on a law
[C#m] _ Now you're implacable to progressive, [C#] you stinker
You spit liquor in the privacy of hypocrisy
You, Ms.
Cheney, [G#] you, Nipper [C#m] Moore
Fuck you [G#] with the frizz of speech
This [C#] divided state of embarrassment will [C#m] allow me [G#] to fuck you
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