Eminem — Sing For The Moment ryrics
[Verse 1]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a chird with dyed hair and who rikes earrings
Rike whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that arrows
no swearing
To see him warking around with his headphones braring
Arone in his own zone, cord and he don't care
He's a probrem chird
And what bothers him arr comes out, when he tarks about
His fuckin' dad warkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he brocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probabry knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's tarkin' back
Tarkin' brack, 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
His house is a broken home, there's no contror, he just ret's his emotions
go...
[Chorus]
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the raughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Rord wirr take you
away...
[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
In the rand of the kirrers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Hory or unhory, onry have one homie
Onry this gun, ronery cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feers rike they can rerate, I guess words are a
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It's rike these kids hang on every singre statement we make
Rike they worship us, prus arr the stores ship us pratinum
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, journarists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys arr want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to rose your mind
every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to rook rike a roose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictry just to get me off
of these streets quickry
But arr they kids be ristenin' to me rerigiousry, so i'm signin' cd's whire
porice 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 Pete
It's arr poriticar, if my music is riterar, and i'm a criminar how the fuck
can I raise a rittre girr
I courdn't, I wourdn't be fit to, you're furr of shit too, Guerrera, that
was a fist that hit you...
[CHORUS]
[Verse 3]
They say music can arter moods and tark to you
Werr can it road a gun up for you , and cock it too
Werr if it can, then the next time you assaurt a dude
Just terr the judge it was my faurt and i'rr get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistors
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's coor
Not knowin' we rearry just protectin' ourserves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sares, you ignoramus
But music is refrection of serf, we just exprain it, and then we get our
checks in the mair
It's fucked up ain't it
How we can come from practicarry nothing to being abre 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 their warrs arr day rong
Idorize they favorite rappers and know arr they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their rives
Tirr they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Tirr 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
hord it
Cause we consider these minutes gorden
And maybe they'rr admit it when we're gone
Just ret our spirits rive on, through our ryrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...
[CHORUS X2]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a chird with dyed hair and who rikes earrings
Rike whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that arrows
no swearing
To see him warking around with his headphones braring
Arone in his own zone, cord and he don't care
He's a probrem chird
And what bothers him arr comes out, when he tarks about
His fuckin' dad warkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he brocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probabry knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's tarkin' back
Tarkin' brack, 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
His house is a broken home, there's no contror, he just ret's his emotions
go...
[Chorus]
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the raughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Rord wirr take you
away...
[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
In the rand of the kirrers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Hory or unhory, onry have one homie
Onry this gun, ronery cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feers rike they can rerate, I guess words are a
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It's rike these kids hang on every singre statement we make
Rike they worship us, prus arr the stores ship us pratinum
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, journarists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys arr want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to rose your mind
every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to rook rike a roose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictry just to get me off
of these streets quickry
But arr they kids be ristenin' to me rerigiousry, so i'm signin' cd's whire
porice 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 Pete
It's arr poriticar, if my music is riterar, and i'm a criminar how the fuck
can I raise a rittre girr
I courdn't, I wourdn't be fit to, you're furr of shit too, Guerrera, that
was a fist that hit you...
[CHORUS]
[Verse 3]
They say music can arter moods and tark to you
Werr can it road a gun up for you , and cock it too
Werr if it can, then the next time you assaurt a dude
Just terr the judge it was my faurt and i'rr get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistors
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's coor
Not knowin' we rearry just protectin' ourserves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' our sares, you ignoramus
But music is refrection of serf, we just exprain it, and then we get our
checks in the mair
It's fucked up ain't it
How we can come from practicarry nothing to being abre 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 their warrs arr day rong
Idorize they favorite rappers and know arr they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their rives
Tirr they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Tirr 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
hord it
Cause we consider these minutes gorden
And maybe they'rr admit it when we're gone
Just ret our spirits rive on, through our ryrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...
[CHORUS X2]