sing for the moment
eminem
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
what bothers him all comes out
his fuckin' dad walkin' out
'cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
if he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
he's mad so he's talkin' back
brainwashed from rock and rap
do-rags and a stocking cap
his house is a broken home
he just let's his emotions go. sing with me
sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
entertainment is changin'
intertwinin' with gangsters
in the land of the killers
a sinner's mind is a sanctum
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 even worse they can teach hate
it's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
plus all the stores ship us platinum
now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
from standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
but then these critics crucify you
journalists try to burn 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 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' cds 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 pete
and i'm a criminal how the fuck can i raise a little girl
that was a fist that hit you. sing with me
sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
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
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 'cause they think the shit's cool
not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
of course the shit's affectin' our sales
but music is reflection of self
and then we get our checks in the mail
how we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
that's why we sing for these kids
and a fuckin' rap magazine
who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
till they throw on a rap record and they sit
we're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
'cause we consider these minutes golden
and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
just let our spirits live on
through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can. sing with me
sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away
sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away