Sing For The Moment Lyrics

Sing For The Moment

Verse 1
These ideas are nightmares for 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/cuz 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
wacked, 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 year (Sing It)/Sing for the laughter/ sing for the tear
(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
gangstas, in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum/ unholy, only
have one homie, only this gun, lonely cuz 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 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 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' CDs 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 B/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!

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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 cuz 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 they 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, cuz 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...

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