Sing For The Moment lyrics

Artist  : Eminem 
Song : Sing For The Moment



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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!

Chorus

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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