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Sing For The Moment lyrics


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        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
    Its 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 dont care
    He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
    When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
    Cos 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, Do rags and a stocking cap
    His step-father 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
    Come on...

    Sing with me, sing for the year
    Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
    Sing with me, just for today
    Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

    Verse #2
    Entertainment is changing, intertwine it with gangsters
    In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
    Only you're 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 motherfucker, they can be great
    Or they can be degreat, or even worse, they can teach hate
    Its like 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, attorney's all gonna turn it to
    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
    You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce handguns
    Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
    Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
    But all their kids be listen'n to me religiously
    So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
    They're for the judges 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 you!


    Verse #3
    They say music can alter moods and talk to you
    But 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 toting pistols
    And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
    Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
    We're entertainers; of course this shit's affecting our selves
    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 nothin'
    To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
    It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
    Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
    Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
    Idolize their 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, wishing they die
    Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
    We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
    That's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
    Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
    And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
    Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
    And we can


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