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Eminem - Sing for the Moment lyrics
[Verse 1] 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 fuckin' dad walkin' out 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 whacked, 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 let's emotions go... [Chorus] {C'mon!} Sing with me {Sing!}, sing for the years {Sing it!} Sing for the laughter, sing for the years {C'mon!} Sing it with me, 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 killas, 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 feels like they can relate I guess words are a mothafucka, they can be great Or they can degrade, of even worse, they can teach hate It's like these kids hang on every statement we make Like the worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now who 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, 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 to get me off these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously So I'm signin' CD's while police fingerprint me They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete It's all political and 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 to, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you... [Chorus] {C'mon!} Sing with me {Sing!}, sing for the years {Sing it!} Sing for the laughter, sing for the years {C'mon!} Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow The good Lord will take you away... [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 you 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 'bout 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 reflectin 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 That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine Who post up pin-up pictures on they walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's been through shit in they lives 'Til they sit and the cry at night wishin' they'd die 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and the vibe We're nothin' to you, but we're the fuckin' 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... [Chorus x2] {C'mon!} Sing with me {Sing!}, sing for the years {Sing it!} Sing for the laughter, sing for the years {C'mon!} Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow The good Lord will take you away... {C'mon!} Sing with me {Sing!}, sing for the years {Sing it!} Sing for the laughter, sing for the years {C'mon!} Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow The good Lord will take you away... |
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