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Sing For The Moment - karaoke text

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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 walkin´ 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 ´Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out But if he ever saw him again, he´d probly knock him out His thoughts are whacked, he´s mad so he´s talkin´ back Talkin´ black, brainwashed for rock and rap He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin´ cap His stepfather 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- Chorus C`mon! Sing it with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C´mon) Sing it with me, just for today Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away Entertainment is changin´, intertwinin´ with gangstas In the land of the killers, a sinner´s mind is a sanctum Holy or unholy, only have one homie Only this gun, lonely, ´cuz don´t anyone know me But everybody just feels like 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 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 wan´ 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, don´t hesitate to produce handguns Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me Strictly just to get me off a these streets quickly But all their kids been listen´n 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 B 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! Vice na www.karaoketexty.cz

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