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EMINEM: Sing For The Moment
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Eminem]
Eminem]
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...
[Eminem]
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, and 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 cause, 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 nothin
to bein 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 they lives
'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die
'Til 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, cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spiritslive on
through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...
Eminem]
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...
I'd say its about 95% right enjoy xx
EmThese ideas are, Dnightmares to white parents
Cwhose worst fear is a Dchild with dyed hair and who likes earrings
EmLike whatever they F#say has no bearing
It's Gso scary in a house that Aallows, no swearing
Emto see him walkin around with hisD headphones blaring
AlCone in his own zone, Dcold and he don't care
EmHe's a problem child, and what bF#others him all comes out
when he tGalks about, his fuckin dad wAalkin out
Cause he just Emhates him so bad that he, Dblocks him out
If he eCver saw him again he'd probably kDnock him out
His tEmhoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's tF#alki
n back
GTalkin black, brainwashed from Arock and rap
He Emsags his pants; doo rags and a sDtockin cap
His sCtep-father hit him so he, Dsocked him back
and Embroke his nose, his house is a bF#roken home
There's Gno control, he just let's his eAmotions go
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C'mon! EmSing with me (Sing!)
DSing for the year (Sing it)
CSing for the laughter, Dsing for the tear (C'mon!)
EmSing it with me, F#Just for today
C D Em (Not too sure about this one)
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
[Eminem]
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unnholy, only have one homie
Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, 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 CD's 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!
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