"Sing For the Moment" by Eminem

Verse 1

These ideas are nightmares for white parents,
whose worse 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 ******* dad walking out,
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 wacked,
he's mad, so he's talking back,
talking black,
brainwahed from rock and rap,
he sags his pants,
du-rag, and a stockin cap,
his step-father 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.....

Chorus

(C'mon) Sing with me, (sing) sing for the years,
(Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (c'mon),
Sing it with me, just for today,
maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away....

Verse 2

Entertainment is changing,
entertwining with gangsters,
in the land of a killer,
a sinner's mind is a sanctum,
holy or unholy,
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 ************,
they can be great,
or they can degrade,
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 **** did this metamorphosis happen,
from standing on corners and porches just rappin',
to having a fortune,
no more kissin' ***,
but then these critics crucify you,
journalists try to burn you,
fans turn on you,
attorneys all want they turn at you,
to get they hands on every dime you have,
they want you to lose your mind everytime 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 procecutors wanna convict me,
strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly,
but all they kids be listening to me religiously,
so I'm signing cd's while police fingerprint me,
they're for the judge's daughter,
but his grudge is against me,
if I'm such a ******* menace,
this **** doesn't make sense Pete,
it's all politic,
if my music is literal,
and I'm a criminal,
how the **** could I raise a little girl,
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to,
you're full of **** too, Guerrera,
that was a fist that hit you....

Chorus

Verse 3

They say music can alter moods and talk to you,
well can it load a gun up for you and cock it to,
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 wanna get one 'cause they think the **** cool,
not knowing we really just protecting ourselves,
we entertainers,
of course the **** affecting our sales you ignoramus,
but music is just reflection of self,
we just explain it,
and then we get our checks in the mail,
It's ****** up ain't it,
how we can come from practically nothing,
to being able to have any ******* thing that we wanted,
that's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing,
except for a dream and a ******* 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 **** in they lives,
'til they sit and they cry at night wishing they'd die,
then they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe,
we're nothing to you,
but we the ******* **** in they eyes,
that's why sing for 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 spirits live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs,
and we can....

Chorus 2x