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Marshall Mathers is of British, German, Swiss, Polish and Luxembourg ancestry.
His parents, Marshall Bruce Mathers II and Debbie Briggs, were two rather poor rock musicians and for this they forced to move from one side to the other of the United States.
When Marshall was just six months old, his mother took him away from his father accused of harassment.
At the age of 12, he and his mother finally settled in Detroit, here Marshall crossed a difficult adolescence.
He also had several problems with the school: he was, in fact, rejected three times because of the numerous absences.
On June 14, 1999 he married to Kimberly Anne Scott in St Joseph, Missouri.

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The song tells of the situation in which Eminem was found in recent years, which is probably also the ultimate reason for the endless wait that preceded the release of this album: the willingness to live up to the standards set by fans. Everything you try to write is not good.

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I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes

Why are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set?
My arms, I stretch, but I can’t reach
A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as
Soon as I grab, squeeze
I lose my grip like the flyin' trapeze
Into the dark I plummet, now the sky’s blackening
I know the mark's high, butter–
flies rip apart my stomach
Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with
You're gonna harp, gripe, and
That's a hard Vicodin to swallow, so I scrap these
As pressure increases like khakis
I feel the ice cracking, because—

I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes

It's the curse of the standard
That the first of the Mathers discs set
Always in search of the verse that I haven't spit yet
Will this step just be another misstep
To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect
I’ve garnered? The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless
And it always feels like I’m hittin' the mark
’Til I go sit in the car, listen and pick it apart
Like, "This shit is garbage!"
God's given me all this, still I feel no different regardless
Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded
If only they knew, it's a facade and it's exhaustive
And I try not to listen to nonsense
But if you bitches are tryin’ to strip me of my confidence
Mission accomplished
I'm not God-sent, Nas, Rakim, Pac, B.I.G., James Todd Smith
And I'm not Prince, so…

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Cammino sull’acqua
Ma non sono Gesù
Cammino sull’acqua
Ma soltanto quando ghiaccia

Perché, le aspettative sono così elevate? ho messo l’asticella?
Allungo le braccia ma non ci arrivo,
Ben lontano, o è alla mia portata, ma
Appena lo afferro e stringo
Perdo la presa come col trapezio volante
Precipito nell’oscurità, ora il cielo si sta oscurando
So che l’obiettivo è elevato
le farfalle mi fanno a pezzi lo stomaco
Sapendo che, non importa quali rime porterò
tanto avete da lamentarvi lo stesso,
Ed è una pillola di Vicodin difficile da mandar giù, così straccio questi fogli
Mentre la pressione sale, come i pantaloni color cachi
Sento il ghiaccio rompersi, perchè

Cammino sull’acqua
Ma non sono Gesù
Cammino sull’acqua
Ma soltanto quando ghiaccia

E’ la maledizione degli standard
Che ha stabilito il primo dei “dischi Mathers”
Sempre alla ricerca della strofa che non ho ancora sputato
Questa fase sarà un altro passo falso, per infangare
Qualunque eredità, l’amore o il rispetto
che mi sono guadagnato? La rima dev’essere perfetta, la realizzazione impeccabile
E mi sembra sempre di aver fatto centro,
finché mi siedo in macchina, ascolto e analizzo tutto
E penso: “Questa roba è spazzatura.”
Dio mi ha dato tutto questo, ma comunque non mi sento diverso
I ragazzini mi vedono come un Dio, che sciocchezza
Se solo sapessero che è solo una maschera e che mi rende completo
E provo a non dare retta alle stupidaggini
Ma se voi stronzi state cercando di portare via la autostima
Missione compiuta
Non sono stato mandato da Dio, Nas, Rakim, Pac, Big o James Todd Smith
E non sono Prince, quindi…