Eminem, Sing for The Moment

These ideas are nightmares to white parents,

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

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 fucking dad walking out,

‘Cause he hates him so bad he just 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,

Brain washed 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 lets his emotions go…..

sing with me, sing for the years, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away.

Entertanment is changn’ intertwining with gangsta’s,

In the land of the killers a sinner’s mind is a sanctum,

Holy or unholy only have one hommie,

Only this gun lonely cause don’t anyone know me,

Yet everybody just feels they can relate I guess words are a motherfucka 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 platnuim,

Now how the fuck did this metamorphisis happen,

From standing on corners and porches just rapping,

To havin’ a fortune no more kissin’ ass,

But then these critics crucify you,

Jounralists try to burn you,

Fans turn on attorneys all want a turn on you

To get they’re hands on every dime you have they want you to lose your mind everytime you mad,

So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon,

Any dispute won’t heistate to produce handguns,

That’s why these prosecuters wanna convict me strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly,

But all these kids be listenin’ to me religiously so I’m signing cd’s while police fingerprint me,

They’re for the judges daughter but bhis gruge is againast me,

If I’m such a fuckin’ mence this shit doesn’t make sense Pete,

It’s all political if my musics literal and im a criminal how the fuck can i raise a little girl,

I couldn’t I wouldn’t be fit to your full of shit too Guerrara that was a fist that hit you…