Forgive Me (исполнитель: Eminem (feat. Proof & 50 Cent))
[Proof] Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam Here I stand as a dysfunctional man Quick-tempered, short-fused, and [bad word] at God Demons pullin at my soul 'til it's ripped apart Secret's out momma that fire I started it [bad word] the fireman logic of the closet by the wire [bad word] What's positive about a father that bust nuts then wussed up ( [bad word] [bad word] text9574.html ) And a momma that don't show her son enough love [bad word] that's why [bad word] from my first son And force these chickenhead [bad word] to get abortions I'm married to game, my mistress is fame My girl Paq the closest, she know I ain't gon' change Go insane in a world evil as ours I done shot at houses, people and cars The deeper the scars, the worst is the history God you ain't gotta forgive me, just don't forget me, you hear me? There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin' But now it's elevated cuz once you put someone's kids in it The [bad word] gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it? It's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin' We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin' Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how he stabbed him [bad word] it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it Meanwhile my attention is pullin' in other directions Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his ressurection Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record But now he's [bad word] the game up cuz one of the ways I came up Was through that publication the same one that made me famous Now the owner of it has got a [bad word] against me for nothin' Well [bad word] it, that [bad word] can get it too, [bad word] him then But I'm so busy being [bad word] off I don't stop to think That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc. And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind We still have soldiers that's on the front line That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a [bad word] To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is To [bad word] Avenue Soldiers up in our corners Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is But I ain't tryna have none of my people hurt and murdered It ain't worth it I can't think of a perfecter way to word it [bad word] 50 Cent] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay, on top I recall memories, filled, with sin Over and over again.. and again [Proof] And most importantly I'm tryin to support my seeds Can't seem to get away from them courtin fees Embroidery, on my hood across my heart disorderly Breakin in houses of people who ain't got more than me Accordingly, I move in error Gotta face the fact though I can't fool this mirror Neglected my daughter and tryin to blame on how I was brought up like I'm a product of this environment, why ain't I shot up? Got up today like "Why you let me breathe again?" And with each breath I feel death is creepin in Thinkin sinners are winners and I'ma finish last My pen and pad record my life as each minute pass Passin minutes, I shook sin and shook [bad word] I did right by you but still you took Bugz Then caught me in adultery, fought me for not knowin through the dark streets you walked me, talked to me [bad word] [Proof] It's the bliss that's [bad word] so rush my wrists in the cuffs It's like a fight for yo' attention and