Yellow Brick Road

What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough

If you want to be saved not in a religious sense

But we have to constitute what this country?? For if only children

We seem to be approachin an age of the gross (burp)

We all have this idea that we should move up a little bit from our parents station

And each generation should a little better

Eminem

Alright come on, let's cut this bullshit, enough

Let's get it started let's start addressing this issue and open it up

Let's take this shit back to the basement and we can discuss statements

That's made on this tape and its whole origin of

The music that we all know and love the music we all enjoy

The music that you accuse me of tryin' to destroy

Let's rewind it to '89 when I was boy

On the east side of detroit crossin' 8 mile into warren

Into hick territory. I'd like to share a story

This is my story, and can't nobody tell it for me

You have well informed me, I am well aware that I don't belong here

You made that perfectly clear

I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere

From bel-air shoppin' center just for stopping in there

From the black side all the way to the white side

Ok there's a bright side, a day that I might slide

You may call it a pass, I call it hauling my ass

Through that patch of grass

Over them railroad tracks

Oh them railroad tracks

Them old railroad tracks, them good old notorious so well known tracks

Chorus

So let's go back

Follow the yellow brick road

As we go on another episode

Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place

That I once used to call home sweet home

Come on let's go back

Follow the yellow brick road

As we go on another episode

Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place

That I once used to call home sweet home

I'd roam the streets so much they called me a drifter

Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike

Just to get picked up to get me a lift ta

8 Mile and van dyke or steal a God damn bike

From somebody's back yard and drop it off at the park

That was the halfway mark

To meet kim

At to walk

Back to her momma's on chalmers after dark

To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my moms

That's about the time, I first met proof with goofy gary on the steps at osbourne handin out some flyers

We was doin' some talent shows at centerline high

I told him to stop by and check us out sometime

He looked at me like I'm out my mind

Shook his head like white boys don't know how to rhyme

I spit out a line and rhymed birthday with first place

And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike

We was on that same shit that big daddy kane shit where compound syllables sound combined

From that day we was down to ride

Somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line

So let's go back

Follow the yellow brick road

As we go on another episode

Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place

That I once used to call home sweet home

Come on let's go back

Follow the yellow brick road

As we go on another episode

Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place

That I once used to call home sweet home

My first year in 9th grade, cant' forget that day of school

It was cool till your man MC shan came through

And said that puma's the brand cause the klan makes troops

It was rumors but man God damn they flew

Musta been true because man we done banned they shoes

I had the new ones the cool j ice lambs, suede too

But we just threw em' in the trash like they yesterday's news

Guess who came through next? X-clan debuted

Professor x "vanglorious, exist in a state of red, black and green with a key, sissies"

Now with this being the new trend, we don't fit in

Crackas is out with cactus albums blackness is in

African symbols and medallions represent black power and we ain't know what it meant

Me and my man howard and butter would go to the mall

With 'em all over our necks like were showin' 'em off

Not knowin' at all we was being laughed at

You ain't even half black you ain't supposed to have that homie let me grab that

And that flava flaw clock

We gonna have to snatch that

All I remember is meetin' back at

Mannix's basement, sayin' how we hate this

How racist but dope the x-clan's tape is

Which reminds me, back in '89 me

And kim broke up for the first time she was tryin' to two-time me

And there was this black girl at our school who thought I was cool

Cause I rapped, so she was kinda eyeing me

And oh the irony, guess what her name was?

Ain't even gonna say it plus

The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts

And a pair of jugs the bombest goddamn

Girl in our whole school

If I could pull her not only would I become more popular

But I would be able to piss kim off at the

Same time but it backfired, I was supposed to dump her but she dumped me for this black guy

And that's the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to

The ole' foolish pride girl but I heard

People say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad

But it was, I singled out a whole race

And for that I apologize, I was wrong

Cause no matter what color a girl is she's still a

So let's go back

Follow the yellow brick road

As we go on another episode

Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place

That I once used to call home sweet home

Come on let's go back

Follow the yellow brick road

As we go on another episode

Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place

That I once used to call home sweet home