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 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 stepfather hit him so he socked him back And broke his nose, this house is a broken home There's no control, he just let's his emotions go (Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years (Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on) Sing it with me, just for today, Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Entertainment is changing, intertwining' 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 But 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 canon 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 their kids been listenin' to me religiously So I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me They're for the judges 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 then 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 (Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years (Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on) Sing it with me, just for today, Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away 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, 'cus they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves We entertainers, of course the shit's affecting ourselves You ignoramus but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin' To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives 'Til they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die 'Til they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes That's why we seize the moment, and 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 (Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years (Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on) Sing it with me, just for today, Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away (Come on) Sing with me, (Sing), sing for the years (Sing it) Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears (Come on) Sing it with me, just for today, Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away