SingForTheMoment

Sing For The Moment (Explicit) - Eminem

Lyrics by：Jeff Bass/Marshall Mathers/Steven Victor Tallarico

Composed by：Jeff Bass/Marshall Mathers/Steven Victor Tallarico

These ideas are nightmares to white parents

Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings

Like whatever they say has no bearing

It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing

To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'

Alone in his own zone cold and he don't care he's

A problem child and what bothers him all comes out

When he talks about his f**kin' dad walkin' out

B***h

'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out

If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out

His thoughts are wacked he's mad so he's talkin' back

Talkin' black brainwashed from rock and rap

He sags his pants do-rags and a stockin' cap

His stepfather hit him so he socked him back

And broke his nose his house is a broken home

There's no control he just lets his emotions go

Come on

Sing with me

Sing

Sing for the year

Sing it

Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear

Come on

Sing it with me it's just for today

Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

Entertainment is changin' intertwinin' with gangsters

In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum

Holy or unholy only have one homie

Only this gun lonely 'cause don't anyone know me

Yet everybody just feels like they can relate

I guess words are a motherf**ker they can be great

Or they can degrade or even worse they can teach hate

It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make

Like they worship us plus all the stores ship us platinum

Now how the f**k did this metamorphosis happen

From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'

To havin' a fortune no more kissin' a*s

But then these critics crucify you

Journalists try to burn you

Fans turn on you attorneys all want a turn at you

To get they 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 won't hesitate to produce handguns

That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me

Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly

But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously

So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me

They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me

If I'm such a f**kin' menace this s**t doesn't make sense B

It's all political if my music is literal

And I'm a criminal how the f**k can I raise a little girl

I couldn't I wouldn't be fit to

You're full of s**t too Guerrera that was a fist that hit you

B***h

Come on