Arose Lyrics – Eminem
On the introspective album closer “Arose”, Eminem details how he nearly died in 2007 due to an overdose of pills. He catalogs his thought process in what could have been his dying moments: his mind floats to his daughters, brother, and mother, and all their wonderful milestones that he would have missed had that been his final day on Earth. He also sees his late friend and close collaborator, Proof, in hallucinations.| Song Name : | Arose |
| Album / Movie : | Revival |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
If I could rewind time like a tapeInside a boombox, one day for every pill or Percocet that I ateCut down on the Valium, I’da heard everythingBut death is turning, so definite, wait!They got me all hooked up to some machineI love you, Bean, didn’t want you to know I was strugglingFeels like I’m underwater submerged like a submarineJust heard that nurse say, my liver and kidneys aren’t functioningBeen flirtatious with death, skirt-chasing, I guessIt’s arrivederci, same nurse, just heard say they’re unplugging meAnd it’s your birthday, Jade, I’m missing your birthdayBaby girl, I’m sorry, I fucking hate when you hurt, HaiAnd sweeties, thank you for waiting to open giftsBut, girls, you can just open ’emDad ain’t making it home for ChristmasWish I had the strength to just blow a kissI go to make a fist, but I can’t make one, I’m frozen stiffI yell, but nothing comes out, I’m crying inside, I shoutMy vocal cords won’t permit me, I scream, but it’s not aloudYou put your arm around Mama to calm her, wowI just thought about the aisle I’ll never get to walk us downNever see you graduate in your caps and gownsIt’s ’bout to be 2008, how’s this happening now?I got so much more to doAnd, Proof, I’m truly sorry if I let you down, but this tore me in twoThe thought of no more me and youYou gave me shoes, Nikes like new for me for schoolDoody, I’m trying, but you, you were the glue that bindedSo many things, time, I’d give anything to rewind itI had to walk down my halls and constantly be remindedBy pictures, all on my walls and I couldn’t sleep at night ’causeThat image burned in my brain of you on that tableMe falling across your body, not able to stand to save youGod, why did you take him?I’m tryna keep his legacy alive, but I’m dying, where’s Nathan?Little ladies, be brave, take care of your motherSmile pretty for pictures, always cherish each otherI’ll always love ya, and I’ll be in the back of your memoryAnd I know you’ll never forget meJust don’t get sad when rememberingAnd, little bro, keep making me proudYou better marry that girl ’cause she’s faithfully downAnd when you’re exchanging those sacred vowsJust know that if I could be there, I wouldAnd should you ever see parenthood, I know you’ll be good at itOh, almost forgot to do something, thank my father tooI actually learned a lot from youYou taught me what not to doAnd, Mom, wish I’d have had the chanceTo have one last heart-to-heart honest and open talk with youDoody, I see you, I go to walk to youAnd I can feel my soul leave my body and float across the roomNurses lean over the bed, pulling tubes outThen the sheet over my head, shut the room downGirls, please don’t get upset, I see them cheeks soaking and wetAs you squeeze hold of my neck, so forcibly, don’t wanna letMe go, pillow drenched, emotional wrecksWith every second, each closer to deathBut suddenly I feel my heart begin to beat slow then a breath, machines goMust’ve guessed the cheat codes to this shitI’m trying to rewind time like a tapeFind an escape, make a beeline, try and awakeFrom this dream, I need to re-find my inner strengthTo remind me, even if a steep climb I must takeTo rewrite a mistake, I’m rewinding the tape
I’ll put out this last album, then I’m done with itOne hundred percent finished, fed up with itI’m hanging it up, fuck it!Excuse the cursing, baby, but just knowThat I’m a good person, though they portray me as coldAnd if things should worsen, but I bet you they won’tI’m pledging to throw this methadone in the toiletShred these old letters I wroteAll that old pathetic loathing, closing credits can rollI’m proud to be backI’m ’bout to, like a rematch, outdo RelapseWith Recovery, Mathers LP2Help propel me to victory lapsGas toward ’em and fast forward the pastConsider the last four minutes asThe song I’da sang to my daughtersIf I’da made it to the hospital less than 2 hours later, but I fought itAnd came back like a boomerang on ’emNow a new day is dawnin’I’m up, Tuesday, it’s mornin’, now I know