Sing for the Moment

These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walkin around wit his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
Hes a problem child, what bothers him all.es out
When he talks about his fuckin dad walkin out
[00:44.31]Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, hed prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, hes mad so hes talkin back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin cap
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
Theres no control, he just lets his emotions go-Chorus
[04:18.20][02:49.79][01:08.27]C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year ( Sing It!)
[04:20.91][02:53.04][01:11.31]Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
[04:23.65][02:55.78] [01:14.32]Sing it with me, just for today
[04:26.50][02:58.45][01:16.78]Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangstas
In the land of the killers, a sinners mind is a sanctum
Only ya unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz dont anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin on corners and porches just rappin
To havin a fortune, no more kissin ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute, dont hesitate to produce handguns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listenn to me religiously
So Im signin CDs while police fingerprint me
Theyre for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If Im such a fuckin menace, this shit doesnt make sense B
Its all political, if my music is literal and Im a criminal,
How the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
I couldnt, I wouldnt be fit to
Youre full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU! Chorus
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and Ill get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us totin pistols
And they wanna get one, 'cuz they think the shits cool
Not knowin were really just protectin ourselves
We entertainas, of course this shits affectin our sales
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
Its fucked up aint it, how we can.e from practically nothin
To bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
Thats why we sing for these kids that dont have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone whos ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
Were nothin to you, but we the fuckin shit in they eyes
Thats why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden
And maybe theyll admit it when were gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can-Chorus
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