Eminem - Yellow Brick Road

What we have to do is deal with it when these idividuals are young enough.

If you wish to be saved, not in a religious sense

but not to constitute what this country at times calls if or which over.

We seem to be approaching an age of the gross.

We all have this idea that we should move up from our parents station

and each generation should do a little bit better.

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 bassmint

And we can disscuss statements thats 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 all 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 in the border in the hate territory

I'd like to share a story,

this is my story and cant no body tell it for me

You will well inform 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 stopping 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 past 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 oh well known tracks

Come on lets 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 lets 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 roam the streets so much they call me a drifter

Sometimes I stick up a thumb just to hitch hike

Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 mile and van dike

And steal a god damn 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 them dramas after dark

To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's

Thats about the time I first met Proof when poof he'd carry on the set

Set eyes born in and out some flyers, he was doin some talent shows

At center line, I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime

He looked at me like I'm out my mind

shook his head like white boys dont 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

Come on lets 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 lets 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 till your man MC Sham came through

And said that Boom was the brain cuz the clan makes troops

It was rumors but man god damned they flew

Musta been true because man we done banned they shoes

I had the new ones the Cool J, Ice land swayed too

And we just through them in the trash like they yesterday's news

Guess who came through next, X clam debut

Professor X and glorious exists in a state of red, black, and green

With a key sissies now with this bein a new trend

We don't fit in crackas is out with Cactus albums

Blackness is in, African symbols and medallions

Represents black power and we ain't know what it meant

Me and my man Howard and ??? 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 supposed to have that homie let me grab that

And that Flavor Flave clock we gon' have to snatch that

All I remember is meetin back at Manix's basement

Sayin how we hate this, our races wit dope the x clan take this

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

cuz I rapped so she was kinda eyein me

And oh the irony guess what her name was ain't even gon' say it plus

The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts and a pair of jugs

The bombest god damn girl in our whole school if I could pull it

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 thats the last I ever seen or heard or spoke

to the oh 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 cuz no matter what color a girl is she still a [bitch?]

Come on lets 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 lets 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

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