For The Moment


Verse #1
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,
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,and what bothers him all comes out,
when he talks about, his fuckin' dad walkin out
Causes he hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
And if he ever saw him again he'd probobly 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 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

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Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, if its just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Verse #2
Entertainment is changing, intertwine it with gansters
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 so many don't know me
Then everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be degrate, 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, attornies all wanna 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, dont hesitate to produce hand-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly 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,
then how the fuck can i raise a little girl?
I couldn'tI wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Gurrera, that was a fist that hit you!

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Verse #3
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But 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 toting pistols
and, they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves,
we entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
you ignoramous 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 a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives,
till they sit and they cry at night, wishin' 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 they eyes
That's why we, sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it,
squeeze it and hold it, 'cuz we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone,and
just let our spirits live on, through lyrics that you hear in our songs,
and we can:

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