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 won 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 walking out,
because he hates him so bad that he blocks him out,
if he ever saw him again he's 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, do-rags and a stalking 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.... c'mon
Sing with me (sing!)
Sing for the year (sing it!)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear (c'mon)
Sing with me, just for today,
and maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away
Entertainment is changing, intertwining with gangsters,
in the land of the killers, a sinners mind is a sanctum,
holy or unholy, only have one homie,
only this gun, lonely, because don't anyone know me,
and everyone just feels like they can realte,
i guess words are a mothafucker, 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 metamorphisis 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 gonna turn it to,
to get their hands on every dime you have,
they want you to lose your mind every time your mad,
so they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon,
any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns,
thats why these prosecuters wanna convict me,
strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly,
but all these kids keep listening to me religiously,
so i'm signing cd's while police fingerprint me,
there for the judges 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,
your full of shit to gurrera that was a fist that hit you.
Sing with me (sing!)
Sing for the year (sing it!)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear (sing this shit!)
Sing with me, just for today,
and 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 for you and cock it too?
Well if it can then the next time you assult 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 wanna get one, because they think this shits cool,
not knowing we're really just protecting ourselves,
we're entertainers, of course this shits affecting ourselves,
you ignoramous, but music is a 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,
thats 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 their wall all day long,
idolize their favourite rappers and know all their songs,
or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives,
so they sit and they cry at night, wishing they'd die,
till 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,
thats why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own,
squeeze it and hold it, because we consider these minutes golden,
and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone,
just let our spirits live on through the lyrics that you hear in our songs,
and we can...
Sing with me (sing!)
Sing for the year (sing it!)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear (c'mon)
Sing with me, just for today,
and maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away
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