Yellow Brick Road Lyrics – Eminem
The fourth track on Elton John’s 1973 double album of the same name "Yellow Brick Road", and the second single from the album. Written by Elton and his co-songwriter Bernie Taupin, “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” is about wanting to give up a life of opulence for a simpler life away from all the glitz and glamour. Since Elton himself was living deep in the high life at the time, it can be said that this message is more relevant to Bernie than Elton, for he was often the guy that preferred to keep it low-key compared to his more famous partner.| Song Name : | Goodbye Yellow Brick Road |
| Album / Movie : | Encore |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enoughIf you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not to constituteWhat this country at times calls (yeah) their throwaway childrenWe seem to be approaching (come on) an age of the grossWe all have this idea that we shouldMove up a little bit form our parents’ station and eachAnd each generation should do a little bit better
Alright, come on, let’s cut the bullshit, enoughLet’s get it started, let’s start addressing this issue and open it upLet’s take this shit back to basementAnd we can discuss statements that’s made on this tapeAnd its whole origin of the music that we all know and loveThe music that we all enjoy, the music you accuse me of tryna destroyLet’s rewind it to ’89 when I was a boy on the east side of DetroitCrossin’ 8 Mile into Warren into hick territoryI’d like to share a story, this is my story and can’t nobody tell it for meYou have well informed me, I am well aware that I don’t belong hereYou’ve made that perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhereFrom Bel-Air shopping center just for stoppin’ in thereFrom the black side all the way to the white sideOkay, there’s a bright side, a day that I might slideYou may call it a pass, I call it haulin’ my assThrough that patch of grass over them railroad tracksOh, them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracksThem good old notorious so well known tracks
So, let’s go backFollow the yellow brick road as we go on another episodeJourney with me as I take you through this nifty little placeThat I once used to call home sweet home
Come on, let’s go backFollow the yellow brick road as we go on another episodeJourney with me as I take you through this nifty little placeThat I once used to call home sweet home
I’d roam the streets so much they called me a drifterSometimes I’d stick up a thumb just to hitchhikeJust to get picked up to get me a lift to8 Mile and Van Dyke or steal a goddamn bikeFrom somebody’s backyard and drop it off at the parkThat was the half way mark, to meet Kim had to walkBack to her mama’s on Chalmers after darkTo sneak me in the house when I’m kicked out my mom’sThat’s about the time I first met ProofWith Goofy Gary on the steps at Osborn, handin’ out some flyersHe was doin’ some talent shows at Center Line HighI had told him to stop by and check us out sometimeHe looked at me like I’m out my mindShook his head like, “White boys don’t know how to rhyme”I spit out a line and rhymed birthday with first placeAnd we both had the same rhymes that sound alikeWe was on the same shit, that Big Daddy Kane shitWith compound syllables sound combinedFrom that day we was down to rideSomehow we knew we’d meet again somewhere down the line
So, let’s go backFollow the yellow brick road as we go on another episodeJourney with me as I take you through this nifty little placeThat I once used to call home sweet home
Come on, let’s go backFollow the yellow brick road as we go on another episodeJourney with me as I take you through this nifty little placeThat I once used to call home sweet home
My first year in 9th grade, can’t forget that day at schoolIt was cool ’til your man MC Shan came throughAnd said that Puma’s the brand ’cause the Klan makes TroopsIt was rumors, but man, goddamn, they flewMust’ve been true because, man, we done banned they shoesI had the new ones, the Cool J Ice Lamb, suede tooBut we just threw ’em in the trash like they yesterday’s newsGuess who came through next? X Clan debutProfessor X (Vanglorious)“Exists in a state of red, black, and green, wWith a key, sissies”Now with this bein’ the new trend, we don’t fit inCrackers is out with Cactus Albums, blackness is inAfrican symbols and medallions represent Black PowerAnd we ain’t know what it meant, me and my man HowardAnd Butter would go to the mallWith ’em all over our necks like we’re showin’ ’em offNot knowin’ at all we was bein’ laughed at“You ain’t even half blackYou ain’t ‘posed to have that, homie, let me grab thatAnd that Flavor Flav clock, we gon’ have to snatch that”All I remember is meetin’ back at Manix’s basementSayin’ how we hate this, how racist but dope the X Clan’s tape isWhich reminds me, back in ’89, me and Kim broke up for the first timeShe was tryna two-time me, and there was this black girlAt our school who thought I was cool ’cause I rapped, so she was kinda eyein’ meAnd, oh, the irony, guess what her name was? Ain’t even gonna say it, plusThe same color hair as hers was and blue contactsAnd a pair of jugs, the bombest goddamn girl in our whole schoolIf I could pull her, not only would I become more popularBut I would be able to piss Kim off at the same timeBut it backfired, I was supposed to dump her, but she dumped me for this black guyAnd that’s the last I ever seen or heard or spoke to the “Ole Foolish Pride” girlBut I’ve heard people say they heard the tape and it ain’t that badBut it was, I singled out a whole raceAnd for that apologize, I was wrong‘Cause no matter what color a girl is, she’s still a
So, let’s go backFollow the yellow brick road as we go on another episodeJourney with me as I take you through this nifty little placeThat I once used to call home sweet home
Come on, let’s go backFollow the yellow brick road as we go on another episodeJourney with me as I take you through this nifty little placeThat I once used to call home sweet home
Fuck out of my house, fuckin’ pieces of shitGet the fuck out of my house, you stupid fuckerYou son of a bitch