Sing for the Moment
Album: Curtain Call: The Hits
Release Date: 12/6/05
Explicit version of "Sing for the Moment" lyrics
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 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
He's a problem child
When he talks about his f*****' dad walkin' out
'Coz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again
His thoughts are whacked
Talkin black
He sags his pants
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose
There's no control
Sing with me
Sing for the laughter
Sing with me
Maybe tomorrow
Entertainment is danger
In the land of the killers
Only you're unholy
Only this gun
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a m***********
Or they can be great
It's like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us
Now how the f*** did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune
But then these critics crucify you
Fans turn on 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
You need to spew
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signing CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter
If I'm such a f*****' menace
It's all political
How the f*** can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't
You're full of s*** too
Sing with me
Sing for the laughter
Sing with me
Maybe tomorrow
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and c*** it too?
Well if it can
Just tell the judge it was my fault
See what these kids do
And they want to get one
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers
You ignoramus
We just explain it
It's f***** up ain't it
To bein' able to have any f*****' 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****** rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through s*** in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night
Till they throw on a rap record
We're nothing to you
That's why we sieze the moment
Squeeze it and hold it
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on
And we can
Sing with me
Sing for the laughter
Sing with me
Maybe tomorrow
Sing with me
Sing for the laughter
Sing with me
Maybe tomorrow
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