Sing For The Moment
Sing For The Moment
( Eminem )
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
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone cold and he don't care
He's a problem child
And what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out.
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are wacked
He's mad so he's talkin' back talkin' black
Brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose his house is a broken home
There's no control he just let's his emotions go...
C'mon... sing with me... sing
Sing for the year... sing it
Sing for the laughter
And sing for the tear... c'mon
Sing it with me if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...
Entertainment is changin' intertwinin' with gangstas
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy only have one homie only this gun
Lonely 'cuz don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a muthafucka they can be great
Or they can degrate or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these 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 want a turn at'choo
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want'choo to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out
To look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political if my music is literal
And I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl
I couldn't I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too Guerrera
That was a fist that hit'choo
C'mon... sing with me... sing
Sing for the year... sing it
Sing for the laughter
And sing for the tear... sing this thing
Sing it with me if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up 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 I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one 'cuz they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers of course the shit's affectin' our sales you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self we just explain it
And then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able
To have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids
Who don't have a thing except for a dream
And a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Til they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it
'Cuz we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on
Through our lyrics that'choo hear
In our songs and we can...
Sing with me... sing
Sing for the year... sing it
Sing for the laughter
And sing for the tear... c'mon
Sing it with me if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...
Sing with me... sing
Sing for the year... sing it
Sing for the laughter
And sing for the tear... c'mon
Sing it with me if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...
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