Eminem - Sing For The Moment

[00:23.08] These ideas are nightmares to white parents

[00:26.08] Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings

[00:29.58] Like whatever they say has no bearing

[00:32.08] It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing

[00:34.83] To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'

[00:37.83] Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's

[00:40.83] A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out

[00:43.33] When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out (Bitch!)

[00:47.08] 'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out

[00:49.33] If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out

[00:52.33] His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back

[00:55.08] Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap

[00:58.08] He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin' cap

[01:00.83] His step-father hit him so he socked him back

[01:04.08] And broke his nose, his house is a broken home

[01:06.58] There's no control, he just lets his emotions go

[01:10.08] (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)

[01:13.33] Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)

[01:16.33] Sing it with me, it's just for today

[01:18.83] Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

[01:27.83] Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters

[01:30.58] In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum

[01:33.33] Holy or unholy, only have one homie

[01:36.33] Only this gun, lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me

[01:39.33] Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh)

[01:42.33] I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great

[01:44.83] Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate

[01:47.83] It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make

[01:50.83] Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum

[01:54.08] Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?

[01:56.58] From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'

[01:59.83] To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass

[02:02.58] But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you

[02:05.58] Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you

[02:08.58] To get they hands on every dime you have

[02:11.08] They want you to lose your mind every time you mad

[02:14.08] So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon

[02:17.33] Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns

[02:20.33] That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me

[02:23.08] Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly

[02:26.08] But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously

[02:28.83] So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me

[02:31.83] They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me

[02:34.83] If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B

[02:37.83] It's all political, if my music is literal

[02:40.83] And I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl?

[02:44.08] I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to

[02:46.33] You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! (Bitch!)

[02:49.58] (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)

[02:52.83] Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!)

[02:55.83] Sing it with me, it's just for today

[02:58.33] Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

[03:07.08] They say music can alter moods and talk to you

[03:09.58] Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?

[03:12.58] Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude

[03:15.58] Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued

[03:18.33] See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols

[03:21.83] And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool

[03:24.83] Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves

[03:27.33] We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales

[03:30.33] You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self

[03:33.08] We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail

[03:36.08] It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin'

[03:39.08] To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted

[03:41.83] That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing

[03:44.83] Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine (Ha-ha!)

[03:48.08] Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long

[03:50.58] Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs

[03:53.58] Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives

[03:56.58] So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die

[03:59.33] 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe

[04:02.33] We're nothin' to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes

[04:05.33] That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it

[04:08.08] Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden

[04:11.58] And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits

[04:14.58] Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs, and we can…

[04:17.58] Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)

[04:20.58] Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)

[04:23.58] Sing it with me, it's just for today

[04:26.08] Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

[04:35.58] Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)

[04:38.08] Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)

[04:41.08] Sing it with me, it's just for today

[04:43.83] Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away