Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sing For The Moment, artist - Eminem. Album song Curtain Call: The Hits, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath Entertainment, Interscope
Song language: English
Sing For The Moment |
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 |
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don’t care |
He’s a problem child |
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about |
His f*ckin' 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 |
His thoughts are whacked, he’s mad so he’s talkin' 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 |
His house is a broken home, there’s no control, he just let’s his emotions go… |
Sing with me, sing for the year |
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears |
Sing with me now, just for today |
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta’s |
In the land of the killers, 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 |
mothafucka 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 f*ck did this metamorphosis happen |
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' |
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' as* |
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you |
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you |
To get they 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' cd’s while |
police fingerprint me |
They’re for the judge’s daughter but his grudge is against me |
If i’m such a f*ckin' menace, this shit doesn’t make sense Pete |
It’s all political, if my music is literal, and i’m a criminal how the f*ck |
can I raise a little girl |
I couldn’t, I wouldn’t be fit to, you’re full of shit too, Guerrera, that |
was a fist that hit you… |
Sing with me, sing for the year |
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears |
Sing with me now, just for today |
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, and c*ck it too |
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 want to get one cause they think the shit’s cool |
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers |
Of course the shit’s affectin' our sales, you ignoramus |
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our |
Checks in the mail |
It’s f*cked up ain’t it |
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any f*ckin' |
thing that we wanted |
That’s why we sing for these kids, who don’t have a thing |
Except for a dream, and a f*ckin' rap magazine |
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long |
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they 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, and they vibe |
We’re nothin' to you but we’re the fuckin' sh*t in they eyes |
That’s why we seize 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… |
Sing with me, sing for the year |
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears |
Sing with me now, just for today |
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |