Eminem 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
Its so scary
in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones
blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold sweat and he dont care
He's a problem
child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin
out
Cos 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,
du rags and a stocking cap
His step-father 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
Come on...
[Chorus:]
Sing
with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing
with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
[Verse
#2]
Entertainment is changin, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of
the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, 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 motherfucker, they can be great
Or
they can degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its 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 metamorphasis 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,
attorney's all want a turn too
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 canon
Any dispute, dont hesitate to produce hand-guns
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 signing
cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge
is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt 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!
[Chorus]
[Verse
#3]
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 toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's
cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers,
of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoranus. 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
thats why we sing for these kids that
don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post
pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite 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, wishing they die
Till they throw
on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're
the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze
it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And
maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through
out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can
[Chorus]
[Chorus
Without Beat]
[Instrumental]
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