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Verse 1 <br />These ideas are nightmares for white parents, whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings <br />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 <br />He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about, his fuckin' dad walkin' out <br />cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out. If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out <br />His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back, talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap <br />He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap, his step-father hit him, so he socked him back <br />and broke his nose, his house is a broken home. There's no control, he just let's his emotions go... <br /> <br />Chorus <br />C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!) <br />Sing for the year (Sing It) <br />Sing for the laughter <br />sing for the tear (C'mon!) <br />Sing it with me <br />Just for today <br />Maybe tomorrow <br />The good Lord will take you away... <br /> <br />Verse 2 <br />Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas, in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum <br />holy or unholy, only have one homie, only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me <br />Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great <br />or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate <br />It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make, like they worship us <br />plus all the stores ship us platinum, now how the Fuck did this metamorphosis happen? <br />From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'; to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass <br />But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you <br />To get they hands on every dime you have, 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. Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns <br />That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly <br />But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me <br />They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me. If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B <br />It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl? <br />I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. 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, well 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, just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued <br />See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols and they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool <br />not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus <br />But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. It's fucked up ain't it? <br />How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted <br />That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine <br />who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs <br />Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives, till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die <br />Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe. We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes <br />that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden <br />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... <br /> <br />Chorus (X2)
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Verse 1 <br />These ideas are nightmares for white parents, whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings <br />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 <br />He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about, his fuckin' dad walkin' out <br />cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out. If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out <br />His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back, talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap <br />He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap, his step-father hit him, so he socked him back <br />and broke his nose, his house is a broken home. There's no control, he just let's his emotions go... <br /> <br />Chorus <br />C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!) <br />Sing for the year (Sing It) <br />Sing for the laughter <br />sing for the tear (C'mon!) <br />Sing it with me <br />Just for today <br />Maybe tomorrow <br />The good Lord will take you away... <br /> <br />Verse 2 <br />Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas, in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum <br />holy or unholy, only have one homie, only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me <br />Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great <br />or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate <br />It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make, like they worship us <br />plus all the stores ship us platinum, now how the Fuck did this metamorphosis happen? <br />From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'; to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass <br />But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you <br />To get they hands on every dime you have, 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. Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns <br />That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly <br />But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me <br />They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me. If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B <br />It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl? <br />I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. 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, well 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, just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued <br />See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols and they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool <br />not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus <br />But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. It's fucked up ain't it? <br />How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted <br />That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine <br />who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs <br />Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives, till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die <br />Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe. We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes <br />that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden <br />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... <br /> <br />Chorus (X2)
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