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