Sing For The Moment

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These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair & who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing, it is so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his headphones blaring Alone in his own zone, cold & he don´t care He has a problem child And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about His f*ckin´ dad walkin´ out Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out If he ever saw him again he would probably knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he has mad so he has talkin´ back Talkin´ black, brainwashed from rock & rap He sags his pants, do-rags & a stocking cap His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, & broke his nose His house is a broken home, theres no control, he just let´s his emotions go...

Sing with me, sing for the yeahr Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears Sing with me now, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

[Verse 2] Entertainment is changin´, intertwinin´ with gangsta´s 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, I guess words´re a mothaf*cka they can be great Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate It is like these kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the f*ck did this metamorphosis happen From standin´ on corners & 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 you To get they hands on every dime you´ve, 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 is why these prosecutors want to convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin´ to me religiously, so i am signin´ cd´s while police fingerprint me They are for the judge´s daughter but his grudge is against me If i am such a f*ckin´ menace, this shit doesn´t make sense Pete It is all political, if my music is literal, & i am a criminal how the f*ck can I raise a little girl I could not, I´dn´t be fit to, you are full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you...

Sing with me, sing for the yeahr Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears Sing with me now, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

[Verse 3] They say music can alter moods & talk to you Well can it load a gun up for you , & cock it too Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault & i will get sued See what these kids do is hear about us totin´ pistols And they wanna get one cause they think the shit is cool Not knowin´ we really just protectin´ ourselves, we entertainers Of course the shit is affectin´ our sales, you ignoramus But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, & then we get our checks in the mail It is f*cked up aint it How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any f*ckin´ thing that we wanted That is why we sing for these kids, who don´t have a thing Except for a dream, & a f*ckin´ rap magazine Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers & know all they songs Or for anyone who has ever been through shit in their lives Until they sit & they cry at night wishin´ they would die Until they throw on a rap record & they sit, & they vibe We are nothin´ to you but we are the f*ckin´ shit in they eyes That is why we seize the moment try to freeze it & own it, squeeze it & hold it Cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they will admit it when we are gone Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs & we can...

[CHORUS X2] Sing with me, sing for the yeahr Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears Sing with me now, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away


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