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