Sing For The Moment
Eminem"Sing For The Moment" is a song by Eminem, released in 2002 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:44 long and contains 108 lines and 848 words.
0:23These ideas are nightmares to white parents
0:26Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
0:29Like whatever they say has no bearing
0:32It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
0:34To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
0:38Alone in his own zone cold and he don't care he's
0:40A problem child and what bothers him all comes out
0:43When he talks about his f**kin' dad walkin' out
0:46B***h
0:46'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
0:49If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
0:52His thoughts are wacked he's mad so he's talkin' back
0:55Talkin' black brainwashed from rock and rap
0:58He sags his pants do-rags and a stockin' cap
1:01His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
1:04And broke his nose his house is a broken home
1:06There's no control he just lets his emotions go
1:09Come on
1:10Sing with me
1:11Sing
1:12Sing for the year
1:12Sing it
1:13Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
1:15Come on
1:16Sing it with me it's just for today
1:19Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
1:27Entertainment is changin' intertwinin' with gangsters
1:30In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
1:33Holy or unholy only have one homie
1:36Only this gun lonely 'cause don't anyone know me
1:39Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
1:42I guess words are a motherf**ker they can be great
1:45Or they can degrade or even worse they can teach hate
1:47It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
1:50Like they worship us plus all the stores ship us platinum
1:54Now how the f**k did this metamorphosis happen
1:56From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
1:59To havin' a fortune no more kissin' a*s
2:02But then these critics crucify you
2:04Journalists try to burn you
2:06Fans turn on you attorneys all want a turn at you
2:08To get they hands on every dime you have
2:11They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
2:14So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
2:17Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
2:20That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
2:23Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
2:26But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously
2:29So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
2:32They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
2:34If I'm such a f**kin' menace this s**t doesn't make sense B
2:38It's all political if my music is literal
2:40And I'm a criminal how the f**k can I raise a little girl
2:44I couldn't I wouldn't be fit to
2:46You're full of s**t too Guerrera that was a fist that hit you
2:49B***h
2:49Come on
2:50Sing with me
2:50Sing
2:51Sing for the year
2:52Sing it
2:52Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
2:55Sing that s**t
2:55Sing it with me it's just for today
2:58Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
3:06They say music can alter moods and talk to you
3:09Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too
3:12Well if it can then the next time you assault a dude
3:15Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
3:18See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
3:21And they wanna get one 'cause they think the s**t's cool
3:25Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
3:27We entertainers of course the s**t's affectin' our sales
3:30You ignoramus but music is reflection of self
3:33We just explain it and then we get our checks in the mail
3:36It's f**ked up ain't it
3:37How we can come from practically nothin'
3:39To bein' able to have any f**kin' thing that we wanted
3:41That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing
3:44Except for a dream and a f**kin' rap magazine
3:47Ha-ha
3:47Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
3:50Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
3:53Or for anyone who's ever been through s**t in they lives
3:56So they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
3:59'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
4:02We're nothin' to you but we're the f**kin' s**t in they eyes
4:05That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it
4:08Squeeze it and hold it 'cause we consider these minutes golden
4:11And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
4:13Just let our spirits live on
4:15Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can
4:18Sing with me
4:18Sing
4:19Sing for the year
4:20Sing it
4:20Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
4:23Come on
4:23Sing it with me it's just for today
4:26Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
4:35Sing with me
4:36Sing
4:36Sing for the year
4:37Sing it
4:38Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
4:40Come on
4:41Sing it with me it's just for today
4:44Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
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 walkin' around with his headphones blarin' 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**kin' dad walkin' out B***h 'Cause 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 talkin' back Talkin' black brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants do-rags and a stockin' cap His stepfather 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 Come on Sing with me Sing Sing for the year Sing it Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear Come on Sing it with me it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Entertainment is changin' intertwinin' with gangsters 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 motherf**ker 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**k did this metamorphosis happen From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune no more kissin' a*s 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' CDs while police fingerprint me They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me If I'm such a f**kin' menace this s**t doesn't make sense B It's all political if my music is literal And I'm a criminal how the f**k can I raise a little girl I couldn't I wouldn't be fit to You're full of s**t too Guerrera that was a fist that hit you B***h Come on Sing with me Sing Sing for the year Sing it Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear Sing that s**t Sing it with me it's 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 cock 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 wanna get one 'cause they think the s**t's cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves We entertainers of course the s**t'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**ked up ain't it How we can come from practically nothin' To bein' able to have any f**kin' 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**kin' rap magazine Ha-ha 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 s**t in they lives So they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe We're nothin' to you but we're the f**kin' s**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 Sing for the year Sing it Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear Come on Sing it with me it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Sing with me Sing Sing for the year Sing it Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear Come on Sing it with me it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
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