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Eminem Slideshow - Mockingbird (Instrumental)
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A slideshow job with instrumental version of one of the Eminem's best song, Mockingbird. Made by Raptela.com
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I wonder if she sees her son as a blessing or a curse
I wonder if she thinks my so-called father got it right
Sometimes I wonder if Im the reason why she cries at night
and this is my version of his mockingbird
so much weight on my shoulders,many boulders
wish i could not get any older,my envys colder
i'vefor "been through sane" things
and noticed "inhumane" things
going on in this world,killin' and raping souls
steal and escaping,
no one can ever be filllin' the gaping holes
that i got in my heart,it's gettin dark
dont really care,dogs make noise,lettin' bark
my lifes a blunder damn,
never understand
i can make you laugh
don't understand? heres a graph
work it out, scream and bout
dont try to shout
no one will hear
you see im the only one here
you bastard queer
you have much fear
which leads to anger
which leads to you driving a fucked up banger
living in a box
with a fox
as your only friend
maybe its a trend
living on the street
if you agree than clap,
I'm white so i cant rap,
not like imma cha,
about being so phat,
when my cat likes my lap,
make it clap, make it clap,
i can scat like a rat
even when im on my back
fiending for some crack,
even tho im white like smack,
if you listen to this track
i can make you jack your shat
when im nagging to the caps
holds a story a novel, the root to all this pain how it started was strange
psychiatrist say its my father but i dont even no his name so how it's him, i dont know, i dont toss blameim perfectly fine with my life, as fucked up as it is, i dont care for change because the man that i am, im grateful for how i stand enough bitchen and moanin, im just playin my hand
confidance you have to have it
the strength comes next to make the shit happen
you all prolly read my rhymes and understand a peice of myself
no that i was broke bummin strugglin to preserve my health
and a lot of the shit i was dealt
and no that i understand everyone who reads my shit and vibes to it
prolly has the same shit goin on in their lives
stay strong keep your goals in mind
push threw and eventualy you'll be better off in time
peace and one love
i graduated, look at my life, all this shit stayed the same
im workin my life away a heart attack is comin
18 hours a day and i aint even frontin
double shifts cus people got fired or quit
for what, 7.50 after taxes do the math i aint makin shit
i go to sleep at night after double shifts, holdin my covers
i take care of me and my mother and 2 others
im tired, im stressed, recently i was placed under arrest
imagine how i feel, gettin drunk actin dumb and under the nations accomdiation of rest
im workin my ass off, im workin real hard
playin the lottery, prayin for a chance
i get these tickets in my hands
and damn, its like a drink, i stop one habbit and im born to another
my other half, we been together for a long time nigga
i see her 3 hours out of every single day if im lucky
and niggas got the nerve to complain, they lifes aint happy?
i wonder, what would happen if i switched with most of you
you can have it all, everything in my possesion
do like ive done, use my pain as a weapon
i might not look like much im 148 lbs and 5'10 and geussin
you might be fat you might be skiny gettin bulied and picked on
haha i just recently spoke to him, after 17 years,
sadly he promised me things after i took a dive
and i was left with bullshit a face full of tears
i started therapy, just for court, little did i know it helps
i talked about my grandmother nigga, tears around my eyes covered my self
and im sorry grandma you were the only one who helped
and i no your proud of me, and unproud of me cus my health
this disease this problem, the problem you delt with your self
but i aint ask for this i was promised it
it was a gift, haha lies it was a curse
but the only thing i feel is worse
is that im hurtin the women that gave me birth
mostly because im the last seed with the last deed, and im the only one to graduate or work
it hurts, i feel that burden, everytime i put on a shirt
after i open my eyes, the pain is so hard to hide
so i drive, hours on end, no liscnse a bum with a fake benz
my heart, figure she would steal it
ireally cant believe it, feel sick,
she played me,bout to puke, nauseous
I cant believe i wasnt even cautious
I am really feeling inSANE son
wish i didn't know where she CAME from
i really feel like a stupid idiotic LAME bum
damn, i could kill my self with the SAME gun
shit I'ma stupid tool,
she didnt say i was cool
i was played for a fool
and i aint no, all the bullshit i would go threw
my mother kept prayin, let me have a child make it
so i kept trying kept survayin kept gettin arrested stayin frustrated
but i never gave in i never gave up till i made it
12th grade, hardest year of my life cus the pressure was on
but the hole way, there was one song
joe buddens calm down,
i would drink every night get high every night
till i couldnt think strait,
somday we'll be free,
no worries no problems and peace
one day someday we'll be free
look at the world homie what do you see
i dont see shit but a dust cloud a ball of smoke
im too young, but i feel like im too old
bills are too high, but im still too broke,
summers are hot winters are cold
and most of my niggas dumbd out on coke
puff puff pas nah not to me, i dont smoke
just a bogey maybe one or two
who knew 10 years ago i aint no who
my dad was,
and i aint no, all the bullshit i would go threw
my mother kept prayin, let me have a child make it
so i kept trying kept survayin kept gettin arrested stayin frustrated
but i never gave in i never gave up till i made it
12th grade, hardest year of my life cus the pressure was on
but the hole way, there was one song
joe buddens calm down,
i would drink every night get high every night
till i couldnt think strait, till my mother took a knife to her wrist
it didnt work, 6 months later, put a nine to my temple and missed
phsych ward, yet i was pissed, came home but still i exist
started readin the bible, got real good on the lord and trible
parts of existance, got real persistant, made it threw high school
never went to colege, but im workin full time
60 70 hours a week but i find time
to have a beer and write rhymes
jus a 40 of that high gravity
get me bent after one or two
maybe a bogey but just one or two
who knew 10 years ago i aint no who
my dad was, where he was from or what he would do
and i aint no, all the bullshit i would go threw