I heard this song the other day when I was at some restaurant  I was once a big Eminem fan. Its funny their are some things I've changed for the sake of God -like not listening to music or watching TV, that I don't miss at all. Others I suppose I do, dressing like a "hipster" -haha, I never was cool anyway. Back to the point, hearing this song reminded me how dangerous and depressing our celebrity culture is, may Allah have mercy and protect the believers from falling in to the new idol worship.

My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin why I got out of bed at all.The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all.And even if I could it'd all be grey. But, your picture on my wall,It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin why I got out of bed at all.The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all.And even if I could it'd all be grey. But, your picture on my wall,It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
Dear Slim,I wrote you but you still ain't callin'I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottomI sent two letters back in Autumn. You must not have got themThere probably was a problem at the post office or somethin'Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'emBut anyways, fuck it, what's been up man, how's your daughter?My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a fatherIf I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?I'ma name her Bonnie.I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorryI had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him.I know you probably hear this everyday, but I'm your biggest fan.I even got the underground shit that you did with Scam.I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man.I like the shit you did with Ruckus too, that shit was phat.Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back, just to chatTruly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan.
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin why I got out of bed at all.The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all.And even if I could it'd all be grey. But, your picture on my wall,It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
Dear Slim,You still ain't called or wrote,I hope you have a chance.I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans.If you didn't want to talk to me outside the concert you didn't have to,But you could have signed an autograph for Matthew.That's my little brother, man. He's only 6 years old.We waited in the blistering cold for youFor 4 hours and you just said,"No."That's pretty shitty man, you're like his fuckin' idolHe wants to be just like you man, he likes you more than I do.I ain't that mad, though, I just don't like bein' lied to.Remember when we met in Denver? You said if I write youYou would write back. See, I'm just like you in a way.I never knew my father neither,He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her.I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs.So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on.Cause I don't really got shit else,So that shit helps when I'm depressed.I even got a tattoo with your name across my chest.Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds.It's like adrenaline. The pain is such a sudden rush for me.See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it.My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7.But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does.She don't know what it was like for people like us growing up.You've gotta call me man. I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose.Sincerely yours, Stan.PS: We should be together too.
My tea's gone cold, I'm wonderin why I got out of bed at all.The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all.And even if I could it'd all be grey. But, your picture on my wall,It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.
Dear Mr. "I'm too good to call or write my fans"This'll be the last package I ever send your ass.It's been six months and still no word. I don't deserve it.I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect.So this is my cassette I'm sending you. I hope you hear it.I'm in the car right now. I'm doing 90 on the freeway.Hey Slim, I drank a 5th of vodka, dare me to drive?You know that song by Phil Collins "In the air of the night"About that guy who could've saved that other guyFrom drowning, but didn't?And Phil saw it all and at his show he found him?That's kinda how this is. You could've rescued me from drowningNow its too late. I'm on a thousand downers now, I'm drowsy.And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call.I hope you know I ripped all your pictures off the wall.I loved you Slim, we could have been together. Think about it!You ruined it now. I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it.And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it.I hope your conscious eats at you and you can't breathe without me!------------------

That's enough to get the point. As my sheikh says "whoever doesn't get a hint won't get much else".