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Sing For The Moment - Eminem (埃米纳姆)
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 bearin'
Its so scary in a house
That allows no swearin'
To see him walkin' around
With his headphones blarin'
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
F**kin' dad walkin' out
'Cos he hates him so bad
That he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again
He'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked
He's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black brainwashed
From rock and rap
He sags his pants two rags
And a stockin' 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
(Come on)
(Sing)
Sing me
(Come on)
Entertainment is danger
Intertwine it with gangsters
In the land of the killers
A sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy only have one homey
Only this gun lonely '
Cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like
They can relate
I guess words are a motherf**ker
They can be great
Or they can be great or even
Worse they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every
Single statement we make
Like they worship us plus
All the stores ship us platinum
Now how the f**k did
This metamorphosis happen
From standin' on corners
And porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune no more kissin' a**
But then these critics crucify
You journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you attorney's all gonna turn it to
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 canon
You need to spew don't hesitate
To produce air guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me off these streets quickly
But all their kids been
Listen to me religiously
So I'm signin' cds
While police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter
But his grudge is against me
If I'm such a f**kin' menace
This sh*t doesn't make sense Pete
It's all political if my music is literal
And I'm a criminal
How the f**k can I raise a little girl
I couldn't I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of sh*t too Guerrera
That was a fist that hit you
Come on
(Sing)
(Sing)
Sing with me
They say music can alter moods
And talk to you
But can it load a gun 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
'Cos they think the sh*t's cool
Not knowin' we're really
Just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers of course
This sh*t'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 f**ked up ain't it how
We can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any
F**kin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids
That don't have a thing
Except for a dream
And a f**kin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures
On their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers
And know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever
Been through sh*t in they lives
So they sit and they cry
At night wishin' they die
Till they throw on a rap record
And they sit and they vibe
We're nothin' to you
But we're the f**kin' sh*t in their eyes
That's why we seize the moment
And try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it 'cos
We consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on through out
Lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can
(Sing)
Sing
(Come on)
(Sing)
Sing
(Come on)
