Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause we consider these minutes goldenĪnd maybe they'll admit it when we're gone That's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it We're nothing to you, but we're the ******' **** in their eyes 'Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe 'Til they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die Or for anyone who's ever been through **** in they lives Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thingĮxcept for a dream and a ******' rap magazine To bein' able to have any ******' thing that we wanted It's ****** up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin' We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail You ignoramus but music is reflection of self We entertainers, of course the ****** affecting ourselves Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistolsĪnd they want to get one, 'cus they think the ****** cool Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Well can it load a gun up for you and **** it too? They say music can alter moods and talk to you
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You're full of **** too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you It's all political, if my music is literal then I'm a criminal If I'm such a ******' menace, this **** doesn't make sense b They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me So I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me Strictly just to get me off of these streets quicklyīut all their kids been listenin' to me religiously That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canonĪny dispute, won't hesitate to produce handguns They want you to lose your mind every time you mad To get their hands on every dime you have To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' assīut then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn youįans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?įrom standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
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Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate I guess words are a ************, they can be great Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know meīut everybody just feels like they can relate In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you awayĮntertainment is changing, intertwining' with gangsters (Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears ( Come on) (Come on) Sing with me, ( Sing), sing for the years There's no control, he just let's his emotions go His stepfather hit him so he socked him backĪnd broke his nose, this house is a broken home He sags his pants, do rags and a stocking cap Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back If he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out When he talks about his ******' dad walkin' outĬause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out To see him walking around with his headphones blaringĪlone in his own zone, cold and he don't care It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings These ideas are nightmares to white parents Eminem - Sing For The Moment Lyrics (.LRC)
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