Sing For the Moment

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, What bothers him all comes out When he talks About his fucking 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 whacked, he's mad, So he's talking back Talking black Brainwashed from Rock and rap He sags his pants Wear rags And a stocking cap His stepfather 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, Come on Sing with me Sing for the years Sing it, sing for the laughter Sing for the Tears Sing it Sing it with me Just for Today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you Away Oh, Entertainment is changing, intertwining with Gangsters In the land of the killers, a sinner's Mind is a sanctum Only or unholy, Only have one homie Only this gun lonely 'cause Don't nobody know me Yet everybody just feels like They can relate I guess words are a motherfucker They can be great or they can be degrading 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 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 their 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 want to Convict me Strictly just to get me off of These streets quickly But all their kids be Listening to me religiously So I'm signing CDs While Police fingerprint me Rap 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 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 Come on Sing with me, sing for The years Sing it Sing for the laughter, Sing for tears Sing it 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, 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 toting pistols And they want To get one 'cause they... Ooh