Lirik Lagu Sing For The Moment (Feat. Shady) - Eminem
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verse 1:These ideas are nightmares for white parentswhos worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings.Like whatever they say has no bearing,its so scary in a house that allows no swearing.Tosee him walking around with his headphones blaring,alone in his own zone, cold and he don`t care.Hes a problem child what bothers him all comes out,when he talks about his fuckin dad walking out.Cuz 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 whacked,hes mad so he`s talking back,talkin black brainwashed from rock and rap, he sags his pants,do-rags and a stocking cap,his step-father hit him so he socked him back.And broke his nose, this house is a broken home,theres no control he just lets his emotions go
chorus:c`mon sing with me (sing!) sing for the year (sing it!)sing it for the laughter sing for the tear(c`mon) sing it with me just for todayand maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you awaaaaaaaay
verse 2:entertainment is changing entertwining with gangtas.in the land of the killers a sinners mind is a sanctum.unholy, only have one homie, only this gun,lonely cuz dont anyone know me.yet everybody just feels like they can relatei guess words are a muthafucka they can be greator they can degrate or even worse they can teach hate.its like these kids hang on every single statement we make,like they worship us plus all the stores ship us platinum,now the the fuck can this metamorphasis happen.from standing on corners and porches just rappinfrom havin a fortune no more kissin ass but these critics crucify you,journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you,atternitys all want a turn at you to get they handson every dime you have they want you to lose your mindevery time you mad so they can try to make you out to looklike a loose cannon any dispute wont hesitate to produce handguns.thats why these prosecuters wanna convict me strictlyjust to get meoff these streets quickly .but all the kids be listing to me religouslyso im signing cds while police fingerprint methey`re for the judges daughter but his grudge is against me.if im such a fuckin menace this shit doesnt make sense B,its all political if my music is literalthan how the fuck can i raise a little girli couldnt i wouldnt be fit to.youre full of shit to garrera 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 for you and cock it too.well if it can than the next time you assualta dude tell the judge it was my fault and i`ll get sued.see what these kids do is hear about us toting pistols,they wanna get one they think this shits cool.not knowing we really just protecting ourselves.we entertainers of course this shits affecting our sales you ignoramous.but music is reflection of self we just explain itthen we get our checks in the mail its fucked up aint ithow we can come from practically nothingto being able to have any fuckin thing that we that we wanted.Thats why we sing for these kids who don`t have a thingexcept for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine.who post pin up pictures on they`re walls all day long,idolise they favourite rappers and know all they songsor for anyone whos ever been through shit in they livesand they sit and they cry at night wishin they dietil` they throw on a rap record and they sitand they vibe we are nuttin to youbut were the fuckin shit in they eyesthatswhy they seize the moment try to freeze it and own it,squeeze it and hold it cuz we consider these minutes goldenand maybe they`ll admit when were gonejust let our spirits live on through the lyricsthat you hear in our songs and we can..
chorus x2
chorus:c`mon sing with me (sing!) sing for the year (sing it!)sing it for the laughter sing for the tear(c`mon) sing it with me just for todayand maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you awaaaaaaaay
verse 2:entertainment is changing entertwining with gangtas.in the land of the killers a sinners mind is a sanctum.unholy, only have one homie, only this gun,lonely cuz dont anyone know me.yet everybody just feels like they can relatei guess words are a muthafucka they can be greator they can degrate or even worse they can teach hate.its like these kids hang on every single statement we make,like they worship us plus all the stores ship us platinum,now the the fuck can this metamorphasis happen.from standing on corners and porches just rappinfrom havin a fortune no more kissin ass but these critics crucify you,journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you,atternitys all want a turn at you to get they handson every dime you have they want you to lose your mindevery time you mad so they can try to make you out to looklike a loose cannon any dispute wont hesitate to produce handguns.thats why these prosecuters wanna convict me strictlyjust to get meoff these streets quickly .but all the kids be listing to me religouslyso im signing cds while police fingerprint methey`re for the judges daughter but his grudge is against me.if im such a fuckin menace this shit doesnt make sense B,its all political if my music is literalthan how the fuck can i raise a little girli couldnt i wouldnt be fit to.youre full of shit to garrera 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 for you and cock it too.well if it can than the next time you assualta dude tell the judge it was my fault and i`ll get sued.see what these kids do is hear about us toting pistols,they wanna get one they think this shits cool.not knowing we really just protecting ourselves.we entertainers of course this shits affecting our sales you ignoramous.but music is reflection of self we just explain itthen we get our checks in the mail its fucked up aint ithow we can come from practically nothingto being able to have any fuckin thing that we that we wanted.Thats why we sing for these kids who don`t have a thingexcept for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine.who post pin up pictures on they`re walls all day long,idolise they favourite rappers and know all they songsor for anyone whos ever been through shit in they livesand they sit and they cry at night wishin they dietil` they throw on a rap record and they sitand they vibe we are nuttin to youbut were the fuckin shit in they eyesthatswhy they seize the moment try to freeze it and own it,squeeze it and hold it cuz we consider these minutes goldenand maybe they`ll admit when were gonejust let our spirits live on through the lyricsthat you hear in our songs and we can..
chorus x2
