Eminem "Sing For The Moment" lyrics

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Sing For The Moment

[Verse 1]These ideas are nightmares to white parentsWhose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earringsLike whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allowsno swearingTo see him walking around with his headphones blaringAlone in his own zone, cold and he don't careHe's a problem childAnd what bothers him all comes out, when he talks aboutHis fuckin' dad walkin' outCause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him outIf he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him outHis thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' backTalkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rapHe sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking capHis step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his noseHis house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotionsgo...

[Chorus]{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 will take youaway...

[Verse 2]Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta'sIn the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctumHoly or unholy, only have one homieOnly this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know meYet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are amothafucka they can be greatOr they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hateIt's like these kids hang on every single statement we makeLike they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinumNow how the fuck did this metamorphosis happenFrom standin' on corners and porches just rappin'To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' assBut then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn youFans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at youTo get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mindevery time you madSo they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannonAny dispute won't hesitate to produce handgunsThat's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me offof these streets quicklyBut all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's whilepolice fingerprint meThey're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against meIf i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense PeteIt's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuckcan I raise a little girlI couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, thatwas a fist that hit you...

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3]They say music can alter moods and talk to youWell can it load a gun up for you , and cock it tooWell if it can, then the next time you assault a dudeJust tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get suedSee what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistolsAnd they want to get one cause they think the shit's coolNot knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainersOf course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramusBut music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get ourchecks in the mailIt's fucked up ain't itHow we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'thing that we wantedThat's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thingExcept for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazineWho post pin-up pictures on their walls all day longIdolize they favorite rappers and know all they songsOr for anyone who's ever been through shit in their livesTill they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd dieTill they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibeWe're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyesThat's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it andhold itCause we consider these minutes goldenAnd maybe they'll admit it when we're goneJust let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in oursongs and we can...

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Pjevaj za trenutak

Ove ideje su noćne more za bijele roditelje čiji najveći strah je dijete sa ofarbanom kosom, koje voli naušnice, kao da šta god da kažu niko ne šljivi, tako je strašno, u kući koja ne dopušta psovanje,vidjeti ga kako hoda sa slušalicama koje vrište,sam je u svojoj zoni, hladan, nije ga briga,on je problematično dijete, i ono što mu smeta izađe,kada priča o svom ocu koji odlazijer ga tako mrzi da ga ne želi vidjeti,kad bi ga ikad više vidio, udario bi ganjegove misli su udarene, ljut je pa odgovara,priča crno, mozak mu je ispran protiv rocka i rapa.On spušta svoje pantalone, nosi reperske marame i kapunjegov očuh ga je udario, pa mu je vratio,i slomio mu nos, njegova kuća je slomljen dom, nema kontrole, on samo pušta svoje emocije

RefrenHajde! Pjevaj sa mnom, za godinu,Pjevaj za osmijeh, pjevaj za suze,Pjevaj sa mnom, samo za danas, možda će te sutra dragi Gospodar uzeti...

Zabava se mijenja, sklopi to s gangsterimau zemlji ubica, grješnikov um je svetište,Sveto ili ne, ima samo jednog druga,samo ovaj pištolj, usamljen jer me niko ne znaali svi kao da se mogu povezati, valjda, riječi su velike, mogu biti za pamćenje, ili mogu poniziti,ili još gore, mogu učiti mržnjikao da se ova djeca drže svakog stava koji napravimokao da nas obožavaju, i radnje nas čine platinastimkako se ovakav preobražaj dogodio?od stajanja po ćoškovima i trijemovima, samo repanja,do imanja budućnosti, nema više ulizivanja,ali onda te kritičari optužuju, novinari te pokušavaju razbjesniti, fanovi ti smetaju, advokati žele dobit od svake tezge koju imaš,žele da poludiš svaki put kad si ljutpa da te mogu napraviti izgubljenim slučajemSvaki spor neće oklijevati za proizvodnju pištolja,zato ovi tužioci žele da me osude, da me brzo maknu s ovih ulicaali sva ova djeca me nastavljaju uveliko slušati, pa potpisujem CDove dok me policija pretresaoni su za sudijinu kćer, ali njegovo gunđanje je protiv meneako sam takva prijetnja, to nema smisla, Petesve je to politički, ako je moja muzika doslovna, i ako sam kriminalac, kako mogu odgajati malu djevojčicu?ne bih mogao, ne bih smiopun si gov***, Guerrera, šaka te je udarila...

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Kažu da muzika može mijenjati raspoloženje i obratiti ti se, pa, može li ti napuniti pištolj, i pucati, takođe?Pa, ako može, sljedeći put kad nekog napadneš, samo reci da sam ja kriv, i mene će tužitiova djeca samo slušaju o nama i pištoljima,i oni žele dobiti jedan, jer misle da je kulne znaju da se samo štitimo, mi zabavljači,naravno da to utiče na našu prodaju, vi neznaliceali muzika je reflekcija osobe, mi to objasnimo,i onda pregledamo naše mejlove,to je zeznuto, zar nekako možemo postati od nikog i ništa da imamo sve što poželimozbog toga pjevamo za ovu djecu, koja nemaju ništa osim sna i rap časopisalijepe postere na svoje zidove cijeli dan,dive se svojim omiljenim reperima i znaju sve njihove pjesmeili za bilo koga koje ikad prošao kroz patnju u svom životu,dok sjede, plaču u noći, žele da umrudok ne nađu rap-pjesmu, sjede, dive se,nismo ništa za vas, ali za njih smo svezato iskoristimo trenutak, zaustavimo ga, posjedujemo, držimo ga i ne puštamo,jer smatramo ove minute zlatnimmožda će to priznati kad odemo,pa pustite naše duhove da žive kroz tekstove koje čujete u našim pjesmama, pa možemo...

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