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    Eminem's New Video Features A Gut-Wrenching Apology To His Mother

    Spike Lee directed the emotional video, which Em released on Mother's Day.

    This Mother's Day, Eminem released a video for his new single "Headlights," in which he issues a heart-wrenching apology to his mother.

    Spike Lee directed the video, which was shot in Detroit:

    View this video on YouTube

    The video is mostly from his mother's perspective. It shows her being turned away from his house by security, and watching old Eminem videos on TV. Weaving in old photos, the clip reaches a climax as Eminem and his mother finally embrace.

    Em's second verse is featured in the video scrawled out on a handwritten letter to his mom.

    In the letter, he apologizes specifically about his characterization of her on 2002's "Cleaning Out My Closet," admitting that he didn't mean to take it that far.


    Eminem and his mother, Debbie Mathers, have always had a famously fraught relationship.

    Here are the lyrics from his letter:

    'Cause to this day we remain estranged and I hate it though

    'Cause you ain't even get to witness your grand-babies grow

    But I'm sorry, Mama, for "Cleaning Out My Closet," at the time I was angry

    Rightfully maybe so, never meant that far to take it though,

    'cause now I know it's not your fault, and I'm not making jokes

    That song I no longer play at shows and I cringe every time it's on the radio

    And I think of Nathan being placed in a home

    And all the medicine you fed us

    And how I just wanted you to taste your own,

    But now the medications taken over

    And your mental state's deteriorating slow

    And I'm way too old to cry, the shit is painful though

    But, Ma, I forgive you, so does Nathan, yo

    All you did, all you said, you did your best to raise us both

    Foster care, that cross you bear, few may be as heavy as yours

    But I love you, Debbie Mathers, oh, what a tangled web we have,

    'cause one thing I never asked was

    Where the fuck my deadbeat dad was

    Fuck it, I guess he had trouble keeping up with every address

    But I'd have flipped every mattress, every rock and desert cactus

    Own a collection of maps and followed my kids to the edge of the atlas

    Someone ever moved them from me? That you coulda bet your asses

    If I had to come down the chimney dressed as Santa, kidnap them

    And although one has only met their grandma once

    You pulled up in our drive one night as we were leaving to get some hamburgers

    Me, her and Nate, we introduced you, hugged you

    And as you left I had this overwhelming sadness come over me

    As we pulled off to go our separate paths,

    And I saw your headlights as I looked back

    And I'm mad I didn't get the chance to thank you for being my Mom and my Dad

    So, Mom, please accept this as a tribute I wrote this on the jet

    I guess I had to get this off my chest,

    I hope I get the chance to lay it before I'm dead

    The stewardess said to fasten my seatbelt, I guess we're crashing

    So if I'm not dreaming, I hope you get this message that I'll always love you from afar

    'Cause you're my Ma

    Call your mom. Mother's Day may have just passed, but there's never a wrong time to tell your mom you love her.