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