Eminem

“I…I … I cant tell you,” te say softly.
“Yes te can,” she says with a smile as te walk towards home. te sigh then look down at the ground.
“Fine,” te say. “I’ll tell you, but not here, lets go over there!” te say and point towards the woods, te grab her arm and start to quickly walk towards the woods.
“Ahh, mostra down!! What could be so secret that te have to drag me to the woods to tell me,” she says as te get to the woods and she gets away.
“Cause,” te say. “I’ll tell you, but te got to swear that te wont tell, my mom, o anybody, nobody at all!”...

“Who is it?” te ask your mother as she comes back into the kitchen.
“I don’t know, he just asked for te two,” your mother explains and sits down at the table… te and Marshall look at each other confused, te both sort of hesitate to move. “Well aren’t te gonna go talk to him?” your mom asks.
“Uh what does he look like?” Marshall asks quickly.
“Hes kinda fat, and hes black. Why?” she asks confused.
“Uhh how bout te tell him that we just left,” Marshall says figuring its DeAngelo.
“Hes gonna ask were we went, te know that,” te say though your teeth to Marshall....

Intro]
Yeah!
It's been a ride...
I guess I had to... go to that place... (that place!) to get to this one!
Now some of you... (some of you!) might still be in that place! (be in that place!)
If you're tryna get out... (tryna get out!)
Just follow me! (follow me!)
I'll get te there!

[Chorus: Intro in the background]
I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid!) to take a stand (to take a stand!)
Everybody (everybody!) come take my hand! (come take my hand!)
We'll walk this road together - through the storm!
Whatever weather - cold o warm!
Just let te know that - you're not alone!
Hola if te feel that you've been down...

“Abby! What the hell is the matter with you?” Wanda, your friend from high school asks as she enters your office. te look up at her with no expression on your face. “You’ve been staring at that same damn paper for 30 minutes. And te have that same expression on your face,” shes says. te still don’t answer her “Whats wrong!?” she yells at te and closes the door, she sits down in one of the chairs like shes one of your clients o something.
“I don’t feel like talking about it,” te say with the same expression on your face that te have had for the past 30 minuti according...