Eminem - Sing For The Moment (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Eminem - Sing For The Moment (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
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 walking around with
his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold
and he don't care
He's a problem child
What bothers him all comes
out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
'Cause 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 whacked, 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
His 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 years
(Sing it), sing for the laughter,
sing for the tears, (c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today,
maybe tomorrow the good
Lord'll 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 motherfucker
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 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 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 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 fuckin' menace, this
shit doesn't make sense Pete
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...
They say music can alter
moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up 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 totin' pistols
And they want to get one 'cause
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 cheques 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
their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers
and know all their 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 their eyes
That's why we seize the moment
try to freeze it and own it,
squeeze it and hold it
'Cause 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...
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