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Have you ever been hated, or discriminated against? I have.
I've been protested and demonstrated against.
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times,
Sick is the mind, of the mother xxxxxx' kid thats behind.
All this commotion, emotions, run deep as oceans explodin',
Tempers flarin' from parents, just blow him off and keep goin'.
Not takin nothin' from noone give 'em hell as long as I'm breathin'.
Keep kicking ass in the mornin' and taking names in the evenin'.
Leave 'em with the taste of sourest vinegar in their mouth.
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out.
Look at me now, I'll bet your probably sick of me now.
Aint you mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now.

I'm sorry Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet.

One more time.

I said I'm sorry Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet.

I got some skeletons in my closet, and I don't know if noone knows it.
So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it, I'ma expose it.
I'll take you back to '73, before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD.
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple a months.
My xxxxxx father must had his panties up in a bunch,
'Cause he split. I wonder if he even kissed me good-bye.
No I don't, on second thought I just xxxxxx wished he would die.
I look at Hayley, and I couldn't picture leavin' her side.
Even if I hated Kim,
I'd grit my teeth and I'd try to make it work with her,
at least for Hailie's sake.
I maybe made some mistakes, but I'm only human,
But I'm man enough to face 'em today.
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb,
But the smartest xxxx I did was take the bullets out of that gun,
'Cause I'da killed em, xxxx I would'a' shot kim and 'im both.
Its my life.
I'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem Show.

I'm sorry Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet.

One more time.

I said I'm sorry Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet.

Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition.
Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissin'.
But put yourself in my position, just try to invision.
Witnessing your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen,
Bitchin, that someone's always goin' through her purse and xxxxx missin'.
Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchaussen Syndrome.
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't,
Till I grew up, now I blew up,
it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it?
Wasn't it the reason you made that cd for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what you gettin' older now when it's cold and your lonely.
And Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna know that your phony.
And Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful.
But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral.
See what hurts me the most is you wont admit you was wrong.
xxxxx, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get?
You selfish xxxxx, I hope you xxxxxx' burn in hell for this xxxx!
Remember when Rodney died, and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be!

I'm sorry Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet.

One more time.

I said I'm sorry Mama.
I never meant to hurt you.
I never meant to make you cry,
But tonight, I'm cleaning out my closet.

It's not far down to paradise
At least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
And find tranquility
The canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me
It's not far to never never land
No reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy
Of innocence again
The canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me

Sailing
Takes me away
To where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free

Fantasy
It gets the best of me
When I'm sailing
All caught up in the reverie
Every word is a symphony
Won't you believe me

It's not far back to sanity
At least it's not for me
And when the wind is right you can sail away
And find serenity
The canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see
Believe me

Thank you Christopher Cross for encapsulating much of what I felt this past week.