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These ideas are nightmares for 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 />Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing<br />To see him walking around with his headphones blaring<br />Alone in his own zone cold, and he dont care<br />He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out<br />When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out<br />Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out<br />But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out<br />His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back<br />Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap<br />He sags his pants, Do rags and a stocking cap<br />His step-father 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<br />Come on... <br /><br />Chorus:<br />Sing with me, sing for the year<br />Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear<br />Sing with me, just for today<br />Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away <br /><br />Verse #2<br />Entertainment is changing, intertwining with gangsters<br />In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum<br />Only you're unholy, only have one homey<br />Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me<br />But everybody just feels like they can relate<br />I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great<br />Or they can be degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate<br />Its 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, journalists try to burn you<br />Fans turn on you, attorney's all wanna turn at you<br />To get their 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 />Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me<br />Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly<br />But all their kids be listen'n to me religiously<br />So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me<br />They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me<br />If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnâ??t make sense, Bâ??<br />It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,<br />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! <br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Verse #3<br />They say music can alter moods and talk to you<br />But 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 Iâ??ll get sued<br />See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols<br />And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool<br />Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves<br />We entertainers; of course this shit's affecting our selves<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 />It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing<br />Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine<br />Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long<br />Idolize their 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, wishing they die<br />Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe<br />We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes<br />That's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it<br />Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden<br />And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone<br />Just let our spirits live on, through the lyrics that you hear in our songs<br />And we can <br /><br />Chorus
Letra nueva de la canción
These ideas are nightmares for 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 />Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing<br />To see him walking around with his headphones blaring<br />Alone in his own zone cold, and he dont care<br />He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out<br />When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out<br />Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out<br />But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out<br />His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back<br />Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap<br />He sags his pants, Do rags and a stocking cap<br />His step-father 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<br />Come on... <br /><br />Chorus:<br />Sing with me, sing for the year<br />Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear<br />Sing with me, just for today<br />Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away <br /><br />Verse #2<br />Entertainment is changing, intertwining with gangsters<br />In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum<br />Only you're unholy, only have one homey<br />Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me<br />But everybody just feels like they can relate<br />I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great<br />Or they can be degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate<br />Its 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, journalists try to burn you<br />Fans turn on you, attorney's all wanna turn at you<br />To get their 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 />Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me<br />Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly<br />But all their kids be listen'n to me religiously<br />So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me<br />They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me<br />If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnâ??t make sense, Bâ??<br />It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,<br />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! <br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Verse #3<br />They say music can alter moods and talk to you<br />But 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 Iâ??ll get sued<br />See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols<br />And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool<br />Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves<br />We entertainers; of course this shit's affecting our selves<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 />It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing<br />Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine<br />Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long<br />Idolize their 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, wishing they die<br />Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe<br />We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes<br />That's why we seize the moment, and try to freeze it and own it<br />Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden<br />And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone<br />Just let our spirits live on, through the lyrics that you hear in our songs<br />And we can <br /><br />Chorus
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