Sing For The Moment歌词
  • 歌手:Eminem
    歌词出处:http://www.5nd.com

    Sing For The Moment
    These ideas are nightmares for white parents
    Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
    Like whatever they say has no bearing
    Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
    To see him walkin around wit his headphones blaring
    Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
    Hes a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
    When he talks about his fuckin dad walkin out
    Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
    But if he ever saw him again, hed prolly knock him out
    His thoughts are whacked, hes mad so hes talkin back
    Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
    He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin cap
    His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
    And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
    Theres no control, he just lets his emotions go-
    Chorus
    C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
    Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
    Sing it with me, just for today
    Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
    Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangstas
    In the land of the killers, a sinners mind is a sanctum
    Only ya unholy, only have one homey
    Only this gun, lonely, cuz dont anyone know me
    But everybody just feels like they can relate
    I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great
    Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
    Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
    Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
    Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
    From standin on corners and porches just rappin
    To havin a fortune, no more kissin ass
    But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
    Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you
    To get their hands on every dime you have
    They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
    So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
    Any dispute, dont hesitate to produce handguns
    Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
    Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly
    But all their kids been listenn to me religiously
    So Im signin CDs while police fingerprint me
    Theyre for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
    If Im such a fuckin menace, this shit doesnt make sense B
    Its all political, if my music is literal and Im a criminal,
    How the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
    I couldnt, I wouldnt be fit to
    Youre full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU!
    Chorus
    They say music can alter moods and talk to you
    But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
    Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
    Just tell the judge it was my fault, and Ill get sued
    See what these kids do, is hear about us totin pistols
    And they wanna get one, cuz they think the shits cool
    Not knowin were really just protectin ourselves
    We entertainas, of course this shits affectin our sales
    You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
    We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
    Its fucked up aint it, how we can come from practically nothin
    To bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
    Thats why we sing for these kids that dont have a thing
    Except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine
    Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
    Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
    Or for anyone whos ever been through shit in they lives
    So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die
    Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
    Were nothin to you, but we the fuckin shit in they eyes
    Thats why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it
    Squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden
    And maybe theyll admit it when were gone
    Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
    And we can-
    Chorus
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    [al:The Eminem Show]
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    Sing For The Moment
    [00:23.07]These ideas are nightmares for white parents
    [00:25.79]Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
    [00:28.94]Like whatever they say has no bearing
    [00:31.38]Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
    [00:34.13]To see him walkin around wit his headphones blaring
    [00:37.06]Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
    [00:39.61]Hes a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
    [00:42.37]When he talks about his fuckin dad walkin out
    [00:46.81][00:44.31]Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
    [00:47.91]But if he ever saw him again, hed prolly knock him out
    [00:50.73]His thoughts are whacked, hes mad so hes talkin back
    [00:53.88]Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
    [00:56.06]He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin cap
    [00:59.73]His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
    [01:02.40]And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
    [01:04.85]Theres no control, he just lets his emotions go-
    Chorus
    [04:35.12][04:18.20][02:49.79][01:08.27]C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
    [04:37.61][04:20.91][02:53.04][01:11.31]Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
    [04:40.83][04:23.65][02:55.78][01:14.32]Sing it with me, just for today
    [04:43.76][04:26.50][02:58.45][01:16.78]Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
    [01:25.60]Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangstas
    [01:28.49]In the land of the killers, a sinners mind is a sanctum
    [01:30.93]Only ya unholy, only have one homey
    [01:33.70]Only this gun, lonely, cuz dont anyone know me
    [01:36.18]But everybody just feels like they can relate
    [01:39.18]I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great
    [01:41.86]Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
    [01:44.88]Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
    [01:47.80]Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
    [01:50.72]Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
    [01:53.58]From standin on corners and porches just rappin
    [01:56.32]To havin a fortune, no more kissin ass
    [01:58.82]But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
    [02:02.04]Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you
    [02:05.19]To get their hands on every dime you have
    [02:07.55]They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
    [02:10.51]So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
    [02:13.49]Any dispute, dont hesitate to produce handguns
    [02:16.44]Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
    [02:19.27]Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly
    [02:22.10]But all their kids been listenn to me religiously
    [02:24.97]So Im signin CDs while police fingerprint me
    [02:27.69]Theyre for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
    [02:30.64]If Im such a fuckin menace, this shit doesnt make sense B
    [02:33.61]Its all political, if my music is literal and Im a criminal,
    [02:36.80]How the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
    [02:39.10]I couldnt, I wouldnt be fit to
    [02:41.81]Youre full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU!
    Chorus
    [03:07.41]They say music can alter moods and talk to you
    [03:09.82]But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
    [03:12.63]Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
    [03:15.69]Just tell the judge it was my fault, and Ill get sued
    [03:18.40]See what these kids do, is hear about us totin pistols
    [03:21.74]And they wanna get one, cuz they think the shits cool
    [03:24.47]Not knowin were really just protectin ourselves
    [03:26.97]We entertainas, of course this shits affectin our sales
    [03:29.89]You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
    [03:32.67]We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
    [03:35.68]Its fucked up aint it, how we can come from practically nothin
    [03:38.47]To bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
    [03:41.31]Thats why we sing for these kids that dont have a thing
    [03:44.05]Except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine
    [03:46.84]Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
    [03:49.67]Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
    [03:52.43]Or for anyone whos ever been through shit in they lives
    [03:55.36]So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die
    [03:58.19]Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
    [04:00.74]Were nothin to you, but we the fuckin shit in they eyes
    [04:04.03]Thats why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it
    [04:06.88]Squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden
    [04:09.56]And maybe theyll admit it when were gone
    [04:12.53]Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
    [04:15.08]And we can-
    Chorus
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