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There I Go chords by Grits

  • Em

  • B

    2
  • F#sus4

    2
  • Am

  • F#m

    2
Verse 1
Em
B
Em
Feel my struggle,
feel my pain,
F#sus4
B
Feel my plea - this is me.
Verse 2
Em
Am
So many years I suffered pain,
B
Em
Am
and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
Em
The things I value most were deemed
Am
Em
worthless, but black and back,
F#m
F#sus4
And that I seemed nervous,
B
with no purpose,
Em
Am
So many years I suffered pain,
Em
Am
and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
Em
The things I value most were deemed
Am
Em
worthless, but black and back,
F#m
And that I seemed nervous,
F#sus4
B
with no purpose.

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Verse 3
Em
Worth its weight in gold,
Penetrate the infrastructure of friend berated,
who waited, evaded 'fore life was confiscated,
B
What made it complicated was, often times,
F#m
F#sus4
the light reflecting me was dim and faded,
B
Em
Ooh yeah, and still I made it,
Am
Em
Oh boy, mama's pearling almond joy,
B
Dodging every blow of Satan's plot employ,
Em
A hero, saving lives that you
see before you,
B
Fighting that which may destroy you,
writing your redemption for you,
Em
Am
So, here I go; I brought my
frame: the loyal,
B
Em
Future at four, five - I let you tell your
B
Em
kids about who came before you,
F#sus4
And, if a moment such as this is true, and this desire change your frame of mind,
B
embrace and pray it touches you.
Verse 4
Em
Am
So many years I suffered pain,
Em
Am
and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
Em
The things I value most were deemed worthless,
but black and back,
B
And that I seemed nervous,
with no purpose,
Em
Am
So many years I suffered pain,
B
Em
Am
and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
Em
The things I value most were deemed
Am
Em
worthless, but black and back,
B
And that I seemed nervous,
with no purpose.
Verse 5
Em
Yo, I never thought I would of got to the point
of tired of rocking these joints,
'Cause my knees bleed like arteries,
clotting my want and ambitions,
F#m
F#sus4
'Cause my position in this industry steadily, it seems to be,
B
Em
grudgingly keeping me in opposition of opportunities of reaching the unreachable, teaching the un- teachable, speaking the unspeakable,
F#m
F#sus4
B
The realness in life, in the image that of Christ and the way
Em
I choose to write it in my diary - the irony is tiring,
Discussing depression, there's so many lessons I've learned,
F#m
F#sus4
B
and my concern is for those who connect with it but never get the chance to get it, (so I go everywhere I know)
Em
There's pain and there's suffering,
Am
B
Em
The game got me hustling for change,
and it's strange,
The same issues never get
answers or solutions,
B
It's time for revolution in this music,
Verse 6
so I choose to keep on spitting this medicine.
Em
Am
So many years I suffered pain,
B
Em
Am
and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
B
Em
The things I value most were deemed
Am
B
worthless, but black and back,
F#m
And that I seemed nervous,
F#sus4
B
with no purpose,
Em
Am
So many years I suffered pain,
B
Em
Am
and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
B
Em
The things I value most were deemed
Am
B
worthless, but black and back,
F#m
F#sus4
B
Em
Am
B
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose.
Em
Am
B
Interlude 1
Em
B
F#m
B
Em
B
Em
Am
B
Em
B
F#m
B
Verse 7
Em
Am
B
Em
Am
B
So many years I suffered pain,
Em
I value most were deemed
Am
B
F#sus4
B
worthless.
Verse 8
Em
Am
So many years I suffered pain,
Em
Am
B
and some seldom believe what I became,
Em
Am
I value most were deemed worthless,
B
but black and back,
F#m
B
And that I seemed nervous.
Verse 9
Em
Am
So many years I suffered pain,
B
Em
Am
and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
B
Em
The things I value most were deemed
Am
B
worthless, but black and back,
F#m
And that I seemed nervous,
F#sus4
B
with no purpose,
Em
Am
So many years I suffered pain,
B
Em
Am
and some seldom believe what I became: lame and fed up with fame,
B
Em
The things I value most were deemed
Am
B
worthless, but black and back,
F#m
B
And that I seemed nervous, with no purpose.
Outro 1
Em
Am
F#sus4
B
Em
Am
B
Em
B
Em
Am
B
F#m
B
Em
Am
Em
B
Em
Am
B
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