Sing For The Moment

These ideas are nightmares to 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 walkin' around with his headphones blarin'

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 ****in' dad walkin' out (Bitch!)

'Cause he 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 stockin' 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 lets his emotions go

(Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)

Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)

Sing it with me, it's just for today

Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters

In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum

Holy or unholy, only have one homie

Only this gun, lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me

Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh)

I guess words are a mother****er, they can be great

Or they can degrade, 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 **** 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 (Yep), journalists try to burn you

Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you

To get they 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 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 ****in' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B

It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal

how the **** 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 you! (Bitch!)

(Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)

Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!)

Sing it with me, 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 wanna get one ‘cause 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 ****ed up, ain't it?

How we can come from practically nothin'

To bein' able to have any ****in' thing that we wanted

That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing

Except for a dream and a ****in' rap magazine (Ha-ha!)

Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long

Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs

Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives

So 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 ****in' shit in they eyes

That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it

Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause 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 you 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 (Come on!)

Sing it with me, 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 (Come on!)

Sing it with me, it's just for today

Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

[00:23.620]These ideas are nightmares to white parents

[00:26.550]Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair

[00:28.730]And who likes earrings

[00:29.870]Like whatever they say has no bearing

[00:32.140]It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing

[00:35.090]To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'

[00:38.270]Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's

[00:40.910]A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out

[00:44.150]When he talks about his ****in' dad walkin' out (Bitch!)

[00:46.690]'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out

[00:49.900]If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out

[00:52.620]His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back

[00:55.310]Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap

[00:58.400]He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin' cap

[01:01.660]His step-father hit him so he socked him back

[01:04.350]And broke his nose, his house is a broken home

[01:07.180]There's no control, he just lets his emotions go

[01:11.520](Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)

[01:14.250]Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)

[01:16.710]Sing it with me, it's just for today

[01:19.240]Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

[01:28.020]Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters

[01:30.780]In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum

[01:33.860]Holy or unholy, only have one homie

[01:35.400]Only this gun, lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me

[01:39.690]Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh)

[01:42.440]I guess words are a mother****er, they can be great

[01:45.520]Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate

[01:48.040]It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make

[01:51.150]Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum

[01:54.090]Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?

[01:57.230]From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'

[01:59.960]To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass

[02:02.880]But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you

[02:05.920]Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you

[02:08.990]To get they hands on every dime you have

[02:11.560]They want you to lose your mind every time you mad

[02:14.340]So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon

[02:17.670]Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns

[02:21.010]That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me

[02:23.640]Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly

[02:26.420]But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously

[02:29.100]So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me

[02:32.120]They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me

[02:35.240]If I'm such a ****in' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B

[02:38.610]It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal

[02:41.760]how the **** can I raise a little girl?

[02:44.270]I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to

[02:46.350]You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! (Bitch!)

[02:50.490](Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)

[02:52.910]Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!)

[02:55.780]Sing it with me, it's just for today

[02:58.630]Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

[03:07.140]They say music can alter moods and talk to you

[03:09.900]Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?

[03:12.950]Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude

[03:15.790]Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued

[03:18.670]See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols

[03:22.470]And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool

[03:25.160]Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves

[03:27.690]We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales

[03:30.490]You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self

[03:33.520]We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail

[03:36.460]It's ****ed up, ain't it?

[03:37.670]How we can come from practically nothin'

[03:39.300]To bein' able to have any ****in' thing that we wanted

[03:42.260]That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing

[03:45.080]Except for a dream and a ****in' rap magazine (Ha-ha!)

[03:47.670]Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long

[03:51.160]Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs

[03:54.130]Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives

[03:56.850]So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die

[03:59.830]'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe

[04:02.680]We're nothin' to you, but we're the ****in' shit in they eyes

[04:05.560]That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it

[04:08.660]Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden

[04:11.560]And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone

[04:13.960]Just let our spirits live on through

[04:15.650]Our lyrics that you hear in our songs

[04:17.400]And we can…

[04:18.050]Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)

[04:20.800]Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)

[04:23.880]Sing it with me, it's just for today

[04:26.330]Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

[04:35.780]Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)

[04:38.190]Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)

[04:41.190]Sing it with me, it's just for today

[04:43.990]Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away