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

It's 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 don't care

He's a problem child, what bothers him all.es out

When he talks about his ******' dad walkin' out

'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out

But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out

His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's 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

There's no control, he just lets his emotions go-Chorus

C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)

Sing it with me, 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

Only ya unholy, only have one homey

Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me

But everybody just feels like they can relate

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

Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate

It's like 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, 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, don't 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 listen'n 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 ******' menace, this **** 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 **** 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 I'll get sued

See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols

And they wanna get one, 'cuz they think the ****'s cool

Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves

We entertainas, of course this ****'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 ****** up ain't it, how we can.e from practically nothin'

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

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

Except for a dream and a ******' 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 who's ever been through **** 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

We're nothin' to you, but we the ******' **** in they eyes

That's 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 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-Chorus

[00:23.07]These ideas are nightmares for white parents

[00:25.79]Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings

[00:28.94]Like whatever they say has no bearing

[00:31.38]It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing

[00:34.13]To see him walkin' around wit his headphones blaring

[00:37.06]Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care

[00:39.61]He's a problem child, what bothers him all.es out

[00:42.37]When he talks about his ******' dad walkin' out

[00:46.81][00:44.31]'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out

[00:47.91]But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out

[00:50.73]His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back

[00:53.88]Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap

[00:56.06]He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin' cap

[00:59.73]His stepfather hit him so he socked him back

[01:02.40]And broke his nose, this house is a broken home

[01:04.85]There's no control, he just lets his emotions go-Chorus

[04:35.12][04:18.20][02:49.79][01:08.27]C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)

[04:37.61][04:20.91][02:53.04][01:11.31]Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)

[04:40.83][04:23.65][02:55.78][01:14.32]Sing it with me, just for today

[04:43.76][04:26.50][02:58.45][01:16.78]Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

[01:25.60]Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas

[01:28.49]In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum

[01:30.93]Only ya unholy, only have one homey

[01:33.70]Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me

[01:36.18]But everybody just feels like they can relate

[01:39.18]I guess words are a ***********, they can be great

[01:41.86]Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate

[01:44.88]It's like kids hang on every single statement we make

[01:47.80]Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum

[01:50.72]Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?

[01:53.58]From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'

[01:56.32]To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass

[01:58.82]But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you

[02:02.04]Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you

[02:05.19]To get their hands on every dime you have

[02:07.55]They want you to lose your mind every time you mad

[02:10.51]So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon

[02:13.49]Any dispute, don't hesitate to produce handguns

[02:16.44]Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me

[02:19.27]Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly

[02:22.10]But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously

[02:24.97]So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me

[02:27.69]They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me

[02:30.64]If I'm such a ******' menace, this **** doesn't make sense B

[02:33.61]It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal,

[02:36.80]How the **** can I raise a little girl?

[02:39.10]I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to

[02:41.81]You're full of **** too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU! Chorus

[03:07.41]They say music can alter moods and talk to you

[03:09.82]But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?

[03:12.63]Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude

[03:15.69]Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued

[03:18.40]See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols

[03:21.74]And they wanna get one, 'cuz they think the ****'s cool

[03:24.47]Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves

[03:26.97]We entertainas, of course this ****'s affectin' our sales

[03:29.89]You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self

[03:32.67]We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail

[03:35.68]It's ****** up ain't it, how we can.e from practically nothin'

[03:38.47]To bein' able to have any ******' thing that we wanted

[03:41.31]That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing

[03:44.05]Except for a dream and a ******' rap magazine

[03:46.84]Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long

[03:49.67]Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs

[03:52.43]Or for anyone who's ever been through **** in they lives

[03:55.36]So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die

[03:58.19]Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe

[04:00.74]We're nothin' to you, but we the ******' **** in they eyes

[04:04.03]That's why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it

[04:06.88]Squeeze it and hold it, 'cuz we consider these minutes golden

[04:09.56]And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone

[04:12.53]Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs

[04:15.08]And we can-Chorus

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