Thursday, August 19, 2010

Eminem - Sing For The Moment (lyrics)

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 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 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 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...
 
 Sing with me, sing for the year
 Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
 Sing with me now, 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 mothafucka they can be great
 Or they can degrade, 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 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 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 fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete
 It's all political, 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 too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you...
 
 Sing with me, sing for the year
 Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
 Sing with me now, just for today
 Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
 
 [Verse 3]
 They say music can alter moods and talk to you
 Well can it load a gun up for you, and cock it too?
 Well if it can, then the next 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 about us totin' pistols
 And they want to 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 reflection 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 nothing
 to being 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 pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
 Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
 Or for anyone who's ever been through shit 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 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]
 Sing with me, sing for the year
 Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
 Sing with me now, just for today
 Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

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