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Sing for the Moment Lyrics - Eminem
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<!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Verse 1: Eminem]<br>These ideas are nightmares to white parents<br>Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings<br>Like whatever they say has no bearing<br>It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing<br>To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'<br>Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care<br>He's a problemed child, and what bothers him all comes out<br>When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out (Bitch)<br>'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out<br>If he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out<br>His thoughts are wacked, he's mad, so he's talkin' back<br>Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap<br>He sags his pants, durags, and a stockin' cap<br>His stepfather hit him so he socked him back<br>And broke his nose, his house is a broken home<br>There's no control, he just lets his emotions go</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Chorus: Steven Tyler & Eminem]<br>(Come on) Sing with me (Sing), sing for the year (Sing it)<br>Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on)<br>Sing it with me, it's just for today<br>Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Verse 2: Eminem]<br>Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters<br>In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum<br>Holy or unholy, only have one homie<br>Only this gun, lonely, 'cause don't anyone know me<br>Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Uh-huh)<br>I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great (Ugh)<br>Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate<br>It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make<br>Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum<br>Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?<br>From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'<br>To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass<br>But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you<br>Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you<br>To get they hands on every dime you have<br>They want you to lose your mind every time you mad<br>So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon<br>Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns<br>That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me<br>Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly<br>But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously<br>So, I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me<br>They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me<br>If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, b'<br>It's all political, if my music is literal<br>And I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl?<br>I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to<br>You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you (Bitch)<br>See upcoming rap shows<br>Get tickets for your favorite artists</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>You might also like<br>Temporary<br>Eminem & Skylar Grey<br>Family Matters<br>Drake<br>Renaissance<br>Eminem</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Chorus: Steven Tyler & Eminem]<br>(Come on) Sing with me (Sing), sing for the year (Sing it)<br>Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit)<br>Sing it with me, it's just for today<br>Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Verse 3: Eminem]<br>They say music can alter moods and talk to you<br>Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?<br>Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude<br>Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued<br>See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols<br>And they wanna get one 'cause they think this shit's cool<br>Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves<br>We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales<br>You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self<br>We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail<br>It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin'<br>To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted<br>That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing<br>Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine (Haha)<br>Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long<br>Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs<br>Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives<br>So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die<br>'Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe<br>We're nothin' to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes<br>That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it<br>Squeeze it and hold it 'cause we consider these minutes golden<br>And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone<br>Just let our spirits live on<br>Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs, and we can—</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Chorus: Steven Tyler & Eminem]<br>Sing with me (Sing), sing for the year (Sing it)<br>Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on)<br>Sing it with me, it's just for today<br>Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Outro: Steven Tyler & Eminem]<br>Sing with me (Sing), sing for the year (Sing it)<br>Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on)<br>Sing it with me, it's just for today<br>Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p></p> <!-- /wp:paragraph -->
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