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