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