Eminem Songs

Eminem Songs

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Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), known professionally as Eminem (/ˌɛmɪˈnɛm/; often stylized as EMINƎM), is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, record executive and actor. He is one of the most successful musical artists of the 21st century.[2] In addition to his solo career, Eminem was a member of the hip hop group D12. He is also known for collaborations with fellow Detroit-based rapper Royce da 5'9"; the two are collectively known as Bad Meets Evil.
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She's Chicago royalty. He's a Detroit legend. Neither of them are looking for anything-until grief recognizes grief. Vanessa Dalton was born into legacy. Heiress to the Chicago Bears, she was raised in private suites, gala ballrooms, and under the public's careful eye. Her world is all bright lights and clean lines. Her boyfriend is a hometown hero. Her smile is flawless. Her heart is not. Marshall Mathers isn't trying to be seen. Two divorces behind him and a career that changed the face of music, he knows what people want from him-and who they miss. But the version they want isn't the man in the mirror anymore. He's a father now, quieter, older, haunted in ways the stage never fixed. They meet in a stadium suite on game day. She shakes everyone's hand. She just nods at him. He's ready to look away-until she doesn't look at him like anyone else does. He doesn't know her brother was a fan. She doesn't know how often he thinks about the boy he used to be. She's grieving the past she couldn't save. He's grieving the version of himself he can never go back to. It's not love. Not at first. It's something quieter. Older. Slower. But sometimes the slowest burns are the ones that smolder hardest-and longest. "You lost someone, didn't you?" "Yeah. So did you." In the end it's Him & I.

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