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Paroles de la chanson Sing For The Moment par Eminem
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,
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring,
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 fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cuz he just 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,
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 walking around with his headphones blaring,
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 fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cuz he just 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 stocking cap,
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home.
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go. .
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 gangsters,
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap,
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home.
There's no control, he just let's his emotions go. .
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 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 cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate,
I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrate, 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 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 want a turn at you
Only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate,
I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrate, 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 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 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 their 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 fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal
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 their 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 fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal
How the fuck can I raise a little girl ?
I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to.
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you !
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. .
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 I'll get sued
I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to.
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you !
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. .
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 I'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us tottin' pistols
And they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves,
We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales,
You ignoramus. But music is reflection of self,
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail.
It's fucked up ain't it ? How we can come from practically nothing
To being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long,
And they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves,
We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales,
You ignoramus. But music is reflection of self,
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail.
It's fucked up ain't it ? How we can come from practically nothing
To being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long,
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives,
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe.
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it,
Squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone.
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can. .
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives,
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe.
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it,
Squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone.
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can. .
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. .
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. .
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