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Sing For The Moment - Eminem
Album- The Eminem Show (Expanded Edition)
Label- Aftermath
Released- 2002
Lyrics
| These ideas are, nightmares to 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 f- dad walking out |
| 'Cause he 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 talking back |
| Talking black, brainwashed from rock and rap |
| He sags his pants, doo-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 lets his emotions go |
| Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it) |
| Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (come on!) |
| Sing it with me, just for today |
| Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |
| Entertainment is changing, intertwining with gangsters |
| In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum |
| Holy or unholy, only have one homie |
| Only this gun, lonely 'cause 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 degrade, 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 f- did this metamorphosis happen? |
| From standing on corners and porches just rapping |
| To having a fortune, no more kissing 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 their kids been listening to me religiously |
| So I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me |
| They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me |
| If I'm such a fucking menace this shit doesn't make sense B |
| It's all political, if my music is literal |
| Then 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 |
| Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it) |
| Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (sing this shit!) |
| 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 |
| Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? |
| Well if it can, and 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 'bout us toting pistols |
| And they wanna get one 'cause, they think the shit's cool |
| Not knowing we really just protecting ourselves |
| We entertainers, of course the shit's affecting 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 fucking thing that we wanted |
| That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing |
| Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine |
| Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long |
| Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs |
| Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives |
| So they sit and they cry at night wishing they'd die |
| 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe |
| We're nothing to you, but we're the fucking shit in their eyes |
| That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it |
| Squeeze it and hold it, 'cause 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 |
| Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it) |
| Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (come on!) |
| Sing it with me, just for today |
| Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |
| Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it) |
| Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (come on!) |
| Sing it with me, just for today |
| Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |