Eminem eminem-sing for the moment-yx Lyrics
            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 walking around with his headphones blaring
            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 f___in´ dad walkin´ out
            Cause he just 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 stocking 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 his emotions
            go...
        
            [Chorus]
            {C´mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
            {Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {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 killers, 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 just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
            m________a they can be great
            Or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate
            It´s like these kids hang on every single statement we make
            Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
            Now how the f___ did this metamorphosis happen
            From standin´ on corners and porches just rappin´
            To havin´ a fortune, no more kissin´ a__
            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 just to get me off
            of 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 f___in´ menace, this s___ doesn´t make sense B
            It´s all political, if my music is literal, and i´m a criminal how the f___
            can I raise a little girl
            I couldn´t, I wouldn´t be fit to, you´re full of s___ too, Guerrera, that
            was a fist that hit you...
        
            [CHORUS]
        
            [Verse 3]
            They say music can alter moods and talk to you
            Well can it load a gun up for you , and c___ it too
            Well if it can, then the next time you a__ault 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 want to get one cause they think the s___´s cool
            Not knowin´ we really just protectin´ ourselves, we entertainers
            Of course the s___´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 f___ed up ain´t it
            How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any f___in´
            thing that we wanted
            That´s why we sing for these kids, who don´t have a thing
            Except for a dream, and a f___in´ rap magazine
            Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
            Idolize they favorite rappers and know all their songs
            Or for anyone who´s ever been through s___ in their lives
            Till they sit and they cry at night wishin´ they´d die
            Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
            We´re nothin´ to you but we´re the f___in´ s___ 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
            songs and we can...
        
            [CHORUS X2]
        
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