[00:11.670] |
These ideas are nightmares for white parents |
[00:14.390] |
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings |
[00:17.540] |
Like whatever they say has no bearing |
[00:20.280] |
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing |
[00:23.030] |
To see him walkin around wit his headphones blaring |
[00:25.960] |
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care |
[00:28.510] |
Hes a problem child, what bothers him all comes out |
[00:31.270] |
When he talks about his fuckin dad walkin out |
[00:33.210] |
Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out |
[00:35.710] |
Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out |
[00:36.810] |
But if he ever saw him again, hed prolly knock him out |
[00:39.630] |
His thoughts are whacked, hes mad so hes talkin back |
[00:42.780] |
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap |
[00:44.960] |
He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin cap |
[00:48.630] |
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back |
[00:51.300] |
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home |
[00:53.750] |
Theres no control, he just lets his emotions go- |
[00:57.170] |
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!) |
[01:00.210] |
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!) |
[01:03.220] |
Sing it with me, just for today |
[01:05.680] |
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |
[01:14.500] |
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangstas |
[01:17.390] |
In the land of the killers, a sinners mind is a sanctum |
[01:19.830] |
Only ya unholy, only have one homey |
[01:22.600] |
Only this gun, lonely, cuz dont anyone know me |
[01:25.080] |
But everybody just feels like they can relate |
[01:28.080] |
I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great |
[01:30.760] |
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate |
[01:33.780] |
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make |
[01:36.700] |
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum |
[01:39.620] |
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? |
[01:42.480] |
From standin on corners and porches just rappin |
[01:45.220] |
To havin a fortune, no more kissin ass |
[01:47.720] |
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you |
[01:50.940] |
Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you |
[01:54.090] |
To get their hands on every dime you have |
[01:56.450] |
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad |
[01:59.410] |
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon |
[02:02.390] |
Any dispute, dont hesitate to produce handguns |
[02:05.340] |
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me |
[02:08.170] |
Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly |
[02:11.000] |
But all their kids been listenn to me religiously |
[02:13.870] |
So Im signin CDs while police fingerprint me |
[02:16.590] |
Theyre for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me |
[02:19.540] |
If Im such a fuckin menace, this shit doesnt make sense B |
[02:22.510] |
Its all political, if my music is literal and Im a criminal, |
[02:25.700] |
How the FUCK can I raise a little girl? |
[02:28.000] |
I couldnt, I wouldnt be fit to |
[02:30.710] |
Youre full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU! |
[02:38.690] |
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!) |
[02:41.940] |
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!) |
[02:44.680] |
Sing it with me, just for today |
[02:47.350] |
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |
[02:56.310] |
They say music can alter moods and talk to you |
[02:58.720] |
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? |
[03:01.530] |
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude |
[03:04.590] |
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and Ill get sued |
[03:07.300] |
See what these kids do, is hear about us totin pistols |
[03:10.640] |
And they wanna get one, cuz they think the shits cool |
[03:13.370] |
Not knowin were really just protectin ourselves |
[03:15.870] |
We entertainas, of course this shits affectin our sales |
[03:18.790] |
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self |
[03:21.570] |
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail |
[03:24.580] |
Its fucked up aint it, how we can come from practically nothin |
[03:27.370] |
To bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted |
[03:30.210] |
Thats why we sing for these kids that dont have a thing |
[03:32.950] |
|
[04:07.100] |
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!) |
[04:09.810] |
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!) |
[04:12.550] |
Sing it with me, just for today |
[04:15.400] |
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |
[04:24.020] |
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!) |
[04:26.510] |
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!) |
[04:29.730] |
Sing it with me, just for today |
[04:32.660] |
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |