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 walkin' around wit 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 fuckin' dad walkin' out 'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out 'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly 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- 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 Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Only ya unholy, only have one homey Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me But everybody just feels like they can relate I guess words are a motherfucka, 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 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 wanna 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, don't hesitate to produce handguns Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me Strictly just to get me offa 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 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! 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 They say music can alter moods and talk to you But can it load a gun 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 wanna get one, 'cuz they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves We entertainas, of course this 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 nothin' To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids that 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 their favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe We're nothin' to you, but we the fuckin' shit in they eyes That's why we sieze 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- 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 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
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[ti:Sing For The Moment] [ar:eminem] [al:The Eminem Show] [by:] [offset:500] Sing For The Moment
[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 comes 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 come 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