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From the album Eight Mile, Lose Yourself was a #1 Pop hit for Eminem in 2003.

M. Mathers, J. Bass & L. Resto

J's Journal:
The story of one manís salvation experience and the obstacles he encounters as he attempts to share his newfound faith with family and old friends. As Eminemís original is loosely an account of his own life as a rapper, so this is song is basically an account of my life when I first became a born-again Christian. I first got the idea for this song in early 2003, but I didn't really work on it intensively until the spring of 2003. That's when I started to focus specifically on it, and I wrote it over the course of many car trips to the bank (about 45 minutes away) and back, with my baby daughter Heather in the back seat. In addition to the line about "Welcome Back Kotter," I originally had a line earlier in the song saying "Look, there's no cavities" (referring to an old toothpaste commercial). Long after I finished the lyrics, but before we released our version, "Weird Al" released his parody of the song, "Couch Potato" on his "Poodle Hat" album. I bought it the day it came out and my wife and I listened to it in the car. We couldn't believe it when we heard him say "Look, Ma, no cavities." I said to my wife, "I'll bet he throws 'Welcome Back Kotter' into the mix, too, since this is a song about T.V. shows." Sure enough, he did. I was sick. Those were two of my favorite lines in the song. That same day, I hurriedly wrote a letter to Bermuda Schwartz (Al's drummer) to tell him how Al and I had both come up with two of the same lines. I wanted to make sure he (and any other Al fans) knew that we hadn't copied Al. I eventually deleted the "Look there's no cavities" line and replaced with something else, but I kept the "Welcome Back Kotter" line, because it was the exact sentiment that I wanted for that part of the song -- the idea of a guy going back to his old school as a changed man and having to deal with people who didn't believe he'd really changed.
Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Length: 4:55

Look Yourself
Parody of "Lose Yourself" by Eminem
(Matthew 13:57; Mark 6; John 4:44; Romans 3:10, 3:23, 5:8, 6:23, 8:1, 10:9,10:13; 1 Corinthians 1:18, 3:19; James 1:23-25)

Look, if you have one God and one offer of eternity
That exceeds everything youíve ever wanted, with one opponent
Would you ask for it ... or just let it slip? Yo
He parks his Chevy, needs sleep, heart is heavy
Heís thought about repentiní already, sun is setting
This church is not having service it looks almost dead as he
Drops by but they keep on the electric
What a ghost town, he knelt down, donít know how
He opens his mouth just the word ďHelpĒ comes out
Heís broken down, yet his heart is open now
The lost oneís found, winds up homeward bound
Heads back to his family Ė Look whoís home, daddy
And, look, heís so happy, he chose his own path but he
Wonít give up babbling, he broke his old habits they
Donít seem so bad to me, hope itís some fad like new Coke or Shaun Cassidy
Donít need no radical holy-rolliní masochist quotiní old passages
Thatís whatíll happen then, though, heíll go fanatic-y
Better go batten the hatches and hope it donít last
You'd better look yourself in the mirror
You know that you wanted to get to Heaven when you're old
Do you really want God or not? Is it yes or no?
Itís awful soon you say, but what is the right time?
You'd better look yourself in the book since you own it
In Romans, you never read it yet I know
You only get one shot to God, hereís your chance to know
His offer to you may come once in your lifetime
His soulís been saved even though his whole familyís gaping
This world is blinded by Satan Ė they canít see
As he moves forward Ė itís true George Orwell
The moral of the story is truthís ignored, emotionís most important
Heíll only cause problems, the Holy Ghost got him
He blows him all over, he knows the callís on him
Goes to go show his bros at his Alma Mater, ďWelcome Back, KotterĒ
They know heís just one of their own, so donít bother
Said, ďGo home you barely know the Our FatherĒ
Well hold the phones cause he knows it holds water
If those donít want him no more heíll go farther
And he moved on and he read the Romans Road till he knows it cold and shows others
Heís on his soap box and his tone becomes bold, I suppose heís no martyr
But the weak grows strong and the dumb becomes smarter CHORUS
No more names, Iíve been changed, but you call it strange
To tell my mother Ďn father truth off the true God's page
I was saying if youíve been sinning pursue Godís grace
Iíve been shooed off and spit at like Rudolph the Reindeer
But I kept shininí a lamplight that I canít stifle,
You best believe somebody paid for my revival
Call the name of Christ and go find a Bible
Fact is I canít deny that Iím liable to die if my plans collide with lifeís iceberg
Like the Titanic Ďcause man needs God and you canít go buy a lifeboat
And itís no movie; thereís no surprise survivors
This is high tide and youíre tryiní to row hard
And youíre hittiní deeper waters tryiní to flee piranhas I see
Plus seaweedís got ya caught up between PBJ Otter and Bikini Bottom
Babe itís not a submarine youíre on and you must believe the Son
Heíll save you on the spot, Heís cominí ready or not
Iíve got to be to the point just like a nail on the cross
I formerly was lost, horrendously frail and fraught
With questions I know how Mother Hubbardís dog felt Ė famine, drought
Mom, I love you but this world has got to know
I cannot grow cold when Hell is hot, so please donít go into shock, let the family talk
This way is their only opportunity to find God CHORUS
You can do anything if He gets inside you, man

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