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[ti:sing for the moment]
[al:The Eminem Show]
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 comes out
When he talks about his ***in' 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-
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 mother***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 ***in' 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!
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 ***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 that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a ***in' 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' *** 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-