Eminen Sing For A Moment 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 walkin' around with his headphones blaring
            Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
            He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
            When he talks about his f___in' dad walkin' out
            'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
            But 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, dew-rags and a stockin' cap
            His stepfather 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-
        
            Chorus
            C'mon! Sing with me now (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
            Sing for the montian, sing for the tear (C'mon)
            Sing with me now, just for today
            Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
        
            Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas
            In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
            Homie or unhomie, only have one homie
            Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me
            But everybody just feels like they can relate
            I guess words are a m_________a, they can be great
            Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
            It's like 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 wan' a turn at you
            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
            Any dispute, wont hesitate to produce handguns
            Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
            Strictly just to get me off a these streets quickly
            But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
            So I'm signin' CDs 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
            C'mon! Sing with me now (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
            Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Sing it, sing!)
            Sing with me now, just for today
            Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
        
            They say music can alter moods and talk to you
            But 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
            Is 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 wanna get one, 'cuz they think the s___'s cool
            Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
            We entertainers, of course this s___'s affectin' our sales
            You ignoramous, 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 nothin'
            To bein' 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 their favorite rappers and know all they songs
            Or for anyone who's ever been through s___ in they lives
            So 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 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, 'cuz we consider these minutes golden
            And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
            So we can-
        
            Chorus
            Sing with me now (Sing!), sing for the year (Singin' It!)
            Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
            Sing with me now, just for today
            Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
        
            Sing with me now (Sing!), sing for the year (Singin' It!)
            Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!)
            Sing with me now, just for today
            Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
        
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