Sing For The Moment
[00:23.68] These ideas are nightmares to white parents
[00:26.68] Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
[00:30.18] Like whatever they say has no bearing
[00:32.68] It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
[00:35.43] To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
[00:38.43] Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's
[00:41.43] A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
[00:43.93] When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out (Bitch!)
[00:47.68] 'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
[00:49.93] If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
[00:52.93] His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
[00:55.68] Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
[00:58.68] He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin' cap
[01:01.43] His step-father hit him so he socked him back
[01:04.68] And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
[01:07.18] There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
[01:10.68] (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
[01:13.93] Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
[01:16.93] Sing it with me, it's just for today
[01:19.43] Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
[01:28.43] Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters
[01:31.18] In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
[01:33.93] Holy or unholy, only have one homie
[01:36.93] Only this gun, lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me
[01:39.93] Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh)
[01:42.93] I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
[01:45.43] Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
[01:48.43] It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
[01:51.43] Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
[01:54.68] Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
[01:57.18] From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
[02:00.43] To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
[02:03.18] But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you
[02:06.18] Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
[02:09.18] To get they hands on every dime you have
[02:11.68] They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
[02:14.68] So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
[02:17.93] Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
[02:20.93] That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
[02:23.68] Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
[02:26.68] But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously
[02:29.43] So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
[02:32.43] They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me
[02:35.43] If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B
[02:38.43] It's all political, if my music is literal
[02:41.43] And I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
[02:44.68] I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
[02:46.93] You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! (Bitch!)
[02:50.18] (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
[02:53.43] Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!)
[02:56.43] Sing it with me, it's just for today
[02:58.93] Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
[03:07.68] They say music can alter moods and talk to you
[03:10.18] Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
[03:13.18] Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
[03:16.18] Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
[03:18.93] See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
[03:22.43] And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool
[03:25.43] Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
[03:27.93] We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales
[03:30.93] You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
[03:33.68] We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
[03:36.68] It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin'
[03:39.68] To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
[03:42.43] That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing
[03:45.43] Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine (Ha-ha!)
[03:48.68] Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
[03:51.18] Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
[03:54.18] Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
[03:57.18] So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die
[03:59.93] 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
[04:02.93] We're nothin' to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
[04:05.93] That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it
[04:08.68] Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden
[04:12.18] And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits
[04:15.18] Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs, and we can…
[04:18.18] Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
[04:21.18] Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
[04:24.18] Sing it with me, it's just for today
[04:26.68] Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
[04:36.18] Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
[04:38.68] Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
[04:41.68] Sing it with me, it's just for today
[04:44.43] Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
