These ideas are nightmares for white parents
  Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
  Like whatever they say has no bearing
  Its 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 dont care
  He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
  When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
  Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
  But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly 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, 2 rags and a stocking cap
  His step-father hit him so he socked him back
  And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
  There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
  Come on...
 
  [Chorus:]
  Sing with me, sing for the year
  Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
  Sing with me,just for today
  Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
 
  [Verse #2]
  Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
  In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
  Only you're unholy, only have one homey
  Only this gun, lonely, cuz 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 be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
  Its 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 metamorphasis 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, attorney's all gonna turn it to
  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
  You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
  Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
  Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
  But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
  So i'm signing cds 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 doesnt make sense, Pete
  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!
 
  [Chorus]
 
  [Verse #3]
  They say music can alter moods and talk to you
  But can it load a gun 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 toting pistols
  And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
  Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
  We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
  You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
  We just explain it, and then we get our cheques 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
  It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
  Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
  Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
  Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
  Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
  So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
  Till 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 sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
  Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
  And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
  Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
  And we can
 
  [Chorus]
 
  [Chorus Without Beat]
 
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