[Verse 1]
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These ideas are nightmares to white parents
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Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
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Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows
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no swearing
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To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
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Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
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He's a problem child
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And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
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His fuckin' dad walkin' out
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Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
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If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
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His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
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Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
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He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
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His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
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His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
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go...
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[Chorus]
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{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
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{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
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Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
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away...
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[Verse 2]
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Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
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In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
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Holy or unholy, only have one homie
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Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me
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Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
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mothafucka they can be great
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Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
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It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
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Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
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Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
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From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
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To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
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But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
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Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
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To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind
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every time you mad
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So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
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Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
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That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
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of these streets quickly
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But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while
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police fingerprint me
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They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
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If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete
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It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck
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can I raise a little girl
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I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that
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was a fist that hit you...
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[CHORUS]
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[Verse 3]
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They say music can alter moods and talk to you
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Well can it load a gun up for you, and cock it too
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Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
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Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
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See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
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And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
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Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
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Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
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But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
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checks in the mail
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It's fucked up ain't it
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How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'
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thing that we wanted
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That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
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Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
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Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
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Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
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Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
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Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
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Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
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We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
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That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
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hold it
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Cause we consider these minutes golden
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And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
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Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
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songs and we can...
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[CHORUS X2]
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Sing For The Moment
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| Eminem |
