There's a beautiful kind of pain
Setting fire to yesterday
Find ya life, find ya life, find ya life
Yesterday was the tornado warning, today is like the morning after
Your world is turned in half, you wake and weak to start de morning process
Rebuilding and you still a working progress
Today is a whole new chapter, is like an enormous ass, uh
The
understorm is passed ya, you weathered it and poked its eye out
Used to smell the roses, stopped to inhale can't even tell your noses
So focused on the brightside, then you floor the gas pedal, and hit the corner fast
, the more asserted, never looking back, may hit the curb
, but everyday is a new learning curve, as you, steer through life
, sometimes you might not wanna swerve
, but you have to, to avert a disaster, lucky, no permanent damage,
cause they hurt you so bad, it's like they murdered your ass,
and threw dirt on your casket, but you returned from the ashes,
and that hurt that you have, you just converted to gasoline, and while you're burning the past, standing at inferno and chant
shyt was highly accurate 
or 
. this shyt is 
shyt, but once again...remembering this is Eminem, at best, a super-lyrical comedian, you take it with a grain of salt and just chalk it up with the Jackie Chan face and enjoy the lyricism. He's talkin his shyt throughout, especially on the second verse with the white devil/horns lines. Seems like he throws a little sub at Jay with the "complain about a Picasso painting" line, not sure if that's a reach or not...yet.
