"Sing For Moment" [Verse 1] These are nightmares to white parents Whose worst is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walking around with his blaring Alone in his own cold and he don't care He's problem child And what bothers him all out, when he talks about His in' dad out Cause he just hates him so that he blocks him out he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin' black, brainwashed from and rap He his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap His step-father hit him, so he him back, and broke his nose His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just his emotions go... [Chorus] sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years {Sing it}, sing the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon) Sing it with me, just for maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away... [Verse 2] Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' gangsta's In the of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum or unholy, only have one homie Only this lonely cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can I guess words are a mothaa they be great Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach It's like these kids hang on every single statement make Like they worship plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the did this metamorphosis happen From standin' on and porches just rappin' To a fortune, no more kissin' ass then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a at you To get they hands every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every you mad So they can try to make you out look like a loose cannon Any dispute won't hesitate to handguns That's these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of streets quickly But all they kids be listenin' to religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while fingerprint me They're for the daughter but his grudge is against me If i'm such a in' menace, shit doesn't make sense Pete It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a how the can I raise little girl I couldn't, wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a that hit you... [CHORUS] [Verse 3] They say music can alter moods and to you Well can it a gun up for you , and cock it too Well if it can, then the next time you assault a Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get See these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, ignoramus But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, then we get our checks in mail It's up ain't it How we can from practically nothing to being able to have any in' thing we wanted That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a for a dream, and a in' rap magazine Who post pin-up on their walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their Till they sit and they at night wishin' they'd die Till they throw on a rap record they sit, and they vibe We're nothin' to you but we're the shit in they eyes That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own squeeze it and hold it Cause we consider these golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're Just let spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we SING FOR THE MOMENT