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[Eminem]
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
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 fuckin 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; doo rags and a stockin
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
[Chorus: Eminem]
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
Sing for the year (Sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
(C'mon!)
Sing it with me, Just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you
away...
[Eminem]
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with
gangsters
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a
sanctum
Holy or unnholy, 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 motherfucker, they can be
great
or they can degrate; 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 fuck did this metamorphosis
happen?
From standin on corners and porches just
rappin
to havin a fortune, no more kissin ass
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 fuckin menace this shit doesn't
make sense B!
It's all political, if my music is literal
and I'm a criminal how the FUCK 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!
[Chorus: Eminem]
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
Sing for the year (Sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
(C'mon!)
Sing it with me, Just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you
away...
[Eminem]
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, and 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 fucked up ain't it? How we can come from
practically nothin
to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we
wanted
That's why we, sing for these kids who don't
have a thing
except for a dream and a fuckin rap
magazine
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 shit in
they lives
'Til 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 fuckin shit
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 spiritslive on
through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
and we can...
[Chorus: Eminem]
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
Sing for the year (Sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
(C'mon!)
Sing it with me, Just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you
away...
[Chorus: Eminem]
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
Sing for the year (Sing it)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
(C'mon!)
Sing it with me, Just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you
away...
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