(Eminem)

Let’s pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen
Let’s pretend things would’ve been no different
Pretend he procrastinated, had no motivation
Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper-thin
They could blow ‘way with the wind
Marshall, you’re never gonna make it
Makes no sense to play the game, ain’t no way that you’ll win
Pretend he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends
Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend
And it wasn’t time to move and schools weren’t changin’ again
He wasn’t socially awkward and just strange as a kid
He had a father and his mother wasn’t crazy as [bad word] And he never dreamed that he could rip stadiums
And just lazy as [bad word] [bad word] a talent show and a gymnasium, [bad word] You won’t amount to [bad word]  quit daydreamin’, kid
You need to get your cranium checked
You’re thinkin’ like an alien, it just ain’t realistic
Now pretend that they ain’t just make him angry with this [bad word] And there was no one he could
And his alarm went off to wake him
But he didn’t make it to the Rap Olympics
Slept through his plane and he missed it
He’s gon’ have a hard time explaining to Hailie and Laney
These food stamps and this WIC [bad word] ‘Cause he never risked [bad word]  he hoped and he wished it
But it didn’t fall in his lap, so he ain’t even here
He pretends that