Lose Yourself - Eminem(capo 3)

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti

And 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

And he’s choking, how? Everybody’s joking now

And the clock’s run out, time’s up!

Snap back to reality, oh, there goes gravity

Oh, there goes Rabbit, he’s 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 he’s broke, he’s stagnant

He knows, when he goes back to his mobile home

It’s back to the lab again, oh, this whole rhapsody

Better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

His 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 is

Close to post-mortem, it only grows harder

He only grows hotter, he blows, it’s 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 cos here goes the cold water

These hoes don’t want him no mo’, 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 - barara rum, ra-rum

No more games, I’ma change what you call rage

Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged

I was playing in the beginning and mood all changed

When I’ve been chewed up and spat out and booed off stage

But I kept rhyming and stepped right in the next cypher

Best believe somebody’s paying the pied piper

All this 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 cos man, these goddamn

Food stamps don’t buy diapers and there’s no movie

There’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life

And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder

Tryna feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter

Caught up between being a father and a prima donna

Baby mama drama, screaming on her too much for me to wanna

Stay in one spot, another day of monotony’s

Gotten me to the point I’m like a snail

I’ve got to formulate a plot or 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