lunes, 5 de diciembre de 2011

Lose Yourself

Eminem

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
 To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
 Would you capture it or just let it slip?

 His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
 There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
 He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs,
 but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down,
 the whole crowd goes so loud
 He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
 He's choking how, everybody's joking now
 The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
 Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
 Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
 He's so mad, but he won't give up that
 Easy, no
 He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes
 It don't matter, he's dope
 He knows that, but he's broke
 He's so stagnant that he knows
 When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
 Back to the lab again, yo
 This whole rhapsody
 He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

 You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
 You own it, you better never let it go
 You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
 This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
 (You better)

 The soul's escaping, through this hole that is gaping
 This world is mine for the taking
 Make me king, as we move toward a new world order
 A normal life is boring, but superstardom's close to post mortem
 It only grows harder, only grows hotter
 He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
 Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter
 Lonely roads, God only knows
 He's grown farther from home, he's no father
 He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
 But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water
 His hoes don't want him no more, he's cold product
 They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
 He nose dove and sold nada
 So the soap opera is told and unfolds
 I suppose it's old partner but the beat goes on

 No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
 Tear this motherfucking roof off like 2 dogs caged
 I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
 I've been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
 But I kept rhyming and stepped right into the next cypher
 Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper
 All the pain inside amplified by the fact
 That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
 Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
 And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
 And these times are so hard, and it's getting even harder
 Trying to feed and water my seed, plus
 Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna
 Baby mama drama's screaming on and
 Too much for me to wanna
 Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
 Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
 I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
 Success is my only motherfucking option, failure's not
 Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
 I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
 So here I go it's my shot.
 Feet fail me not, this may be the only opportunity that I got

 You can do anything you set your mind to, man
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