White America

Eminem

Ce chant est à 4 accords magiques! Il est montré ici dans la transposition originale: en le jouant avec des capo ou en le transposant, vous pouvez le ramener à Am, F, C, G.

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(x2 => durante a música toda) {Intro}   America!! Hahaha! We love you!   How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours?   The stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect   The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech   the United States government has sworn to uphold..   (Yo I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) .. or so we’re told   {Eminem}   I never woulda dreamed in a million years I’d see   so many motherfuckin people who feel like me   Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs   It’s like a fuckin ARMY marchin in back of me   So many lives I touched so much anger aimed   in no particular direction just sprays and sprays   And straight through your radio waves it plays and plays   ’til it stays stuck in your head for days and days   Who woulda thought; standin in this mirror bleachin my hair   with some peroxide reachin for a t-shirt to wear   that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this?   How could I predict my words would have an impact like this?   I must’ve struck a chord with somebody up in the office   Cause Congress keep tellin me I ain’t causin nuthin but problems   And now they’re sayin I’m in trouble with the government - I’m lovin it!   I shoveled shit all my life and now I’m dumpin it on   {Chorus 2X: Eminem}   White America! I could be one of your kids   White America! Little Eric looks just like this   White America! Erica loves my shit   I go to TRL; look how many hugs I get!   {Eminem}   Look at these eyes baby blue baby just like yourself   If they were brown Shady lose Shady sits on the shelf   But Shady’s cute Shady knew Shady’s dimples would help   Make ladies swoon baby (ooh baby!) Look at my sales   Let’s do the math - if I was black I woulda sold half   I ain’t have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that   But I could rap so fuck school I’m too cool to go back   Gimme the mic show me where the fuckin studio’s at   When I was underground no one gave a fuck I was white   No labels wanted to sign me almost gave up I was like   Fuck it - until I met Dre the only one to look past   Gave me a chance aand I lit a FIRE up under his ass   Helped him get back to the top every fan black that I got   was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he’s got   Like damn; we just swapped - sittin back lookin at shit wow   I’m like my skin is it startin to work to my benefit now? It’s..   {Chorus}   {Eminem}   See the problem is I speak to suburban kids   who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist   Whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss   ’til I created so much motherfuckin turbulence!   Straight out the tube right into your living rooms I came   And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre   That’s all it took and they were instantly hooked right in   And they connected with me too because I looked like them   That’s why they put my lyrics up under this microscope   Searchin with a fine tooth comb it’s like this rope   waitin to choke; tightenin around my throat   Watchin me while I write this like I don’t like this (Nope!)   All I hear is: lyrics lyrics constant controversy sponsors working   round the clock to try to stop my concerts early surely   Hip-Hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston   After it bothered the fathers of daughters startin to blossom   So now I’m catchin the flack from these activists when they raggin   Actin like I’m the first rapper to smack a bitch or say faggot shit!   Just look at me like I’m your closest pal   The posterchild the motherfuckin spokesman now for..   {Chorus}   {Outro}   So to the parents of America   I am the derringer aimed at little Erica to attack her character   The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns   Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress   and piss on the lawns of the White House   To burn the {flag} and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker   To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy   Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore!   Fuck you with the free-est of speech   this Divided States of Embarassment will allow me to have   Fuck you!   {*Eminem harmonizes the beat*}   I’m just kiddin America you know I love you

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La chanson aborde des thèmes liés à l'identité, à la culture et aux inégalités raciales en Amérique. L'artiste exprime son étonnement face à l'ampleur de l'influence qu'il a su acquérir, ainsi qu'à la connexion qu'il ressent avec ses fans, en dépit de son origine. Il fait également allusion aux préjugés qu'il rencontre, malgré son succès, soulignant le paradoxe entre son parcours et les stéréotypes associés à sa couleur de peau. Le contexte de la chanson est important car elle survient à une époque où la culture hip-hop commence à gagner en mainstream, souvent en étant perçue avec méfiance par certains secteurs de la société. L'artiste se sent à la fois comme un porte-parole de la jeunesse, surtout des adolescents des classes moyennes, et comme une cible pour ceux qui ont du mal à accepter les thèmes qu'il aborde. À travers ses paroles incisives, il remet en question les hypocrisies de la société américaine tout en revendiquant sa place dans le monde de la musique.