[ti:sing for the moment]
[ar:eminem]
[al:The Eminem Show]
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[00:23.07]These ideas are nightmares for white parents
[00:25.79]Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
[00:28.94]Like whatever they say has no bearing
[00:31.38]It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
[00:34.13]To see him walkin' around wit his headphones blaring
[00:37.06]Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
[00:39.61]He's a problem child, what bothers him all.es out
[00:42.37]When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
[00:46.81][00:44.31]'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
[00:47.91]But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
[00:50.73]His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
[00:53.88]Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
[00:56.06]He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin' cap
[00:59.73]His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
[01:02.40]And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
[01:04.85]There's no control, he just lets his emotions go-Chorus
[04:35.12][04:18.20][02:49.79][01:08.27]C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
[04:37.61][04:20.91][02:53.04][01:11.31]Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
[04:40.83][04:23.65][02:55.78][01:14.32]Sing it with me, just for today
[04:43.76][04:26.50][02:58.45][01:16.78]Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
[01:25.60]Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas
[01:28.49]In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
[01:30.93]Only ya unholy, only have one homey
[01:33.70]Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me
[01:36.18]But everybody just feels like they can relate
[01:39.18]I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great
[01:41.86]Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
[01:44.88]It's like kids hang on every single statement we make
[01:47.80]Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
[01:50.72]Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
[01:53.58]From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
[01:56.32]To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
[01:58.82]But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
[02:02.04]Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you
[02:05.19]To get their hands on every dime you have
[02:07.55]They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
[02:10.51]So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
[02:13.49]Any dispute, don't hesitate to produce handguns
[02:16.44]Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
[02:19.27]Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly
[02:22.10]But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
[02:24.97]So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
[02:27.69]They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me
[02:30.64]If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
[02:33.61]It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal,
[02:36.80]How the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
[02:39.10]I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
[02:41.81]You're full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU! Chorus
[03:07.41]They say music can alter moods and talk to you
[03:09.82]But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
[03:12.63]Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
[03:15.69]Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
[03:18.40]See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols
[03:21.74]And they wanna get one, 'cuz they think the shit's cool
[03:24.47]Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
[03:26.97]We entertainas, of course this shit's affectin' our sales
[03:29.89]You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
[03:32.67]We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
[03:35.68]It's fucked up ain't it, how we can.e from practically nothin'
[03:38.47]To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
[03:41.31]That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
[03:44.05]Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
[03:46.84]Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
[03:49.67]Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
[03:52.43]Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
[03:55.36]So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die
[03:58.19]Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
[04:00.74]We're nothin' to you, but we the fuckin' shit in they eyes
[04:04.03]That's why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it
[04:06.88]Squeeze it and hold it, 'cuz we consider these minutes golden
[04:09.56]And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
[04:12.53]Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
[04:15.08]And we can-Chorus
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