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[Verse #1] <br />These ideas are nightmares for white parents <br />Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings <br />Like whatever they say has no bearing <br />Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing <br />To see him walking around with his headphones blaring <br />Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care <br />He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out <br />When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out <br />Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out <br />But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out <br />His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back <br />Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap <br />He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap <br />His step-father hit him so he socked him back <br />And broke his nose, this house is a broken home <br />There's no control, he just lets his emotions go <br />Come on... <br /><br />[Chorus:] <br />Sing with me, sing for the year <br />Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear <br />Sing with me,just for today <br />Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away <br /><br />[Verse #2] <br />Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters <br />In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum <br />Only you're unholy, only have one homey <br />Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me <br />But everybody just feels like they can relate <br />I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great <br />Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate <br />Its like kids hang on every single statement we make <br />Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum <br />Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen? <br />From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' <br />To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass <br />But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you <br />Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to <br />To get their hands on every dime you have <br />They want you to lose your mind every time you mad <br />So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon <br />You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns <br />Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me <br />Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly <br />But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously <br />So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me <br />They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me <br />If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete <br />It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal, <br />How the fuck can i raise a little girl? <br />I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to <br />You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! <br /><br />[Chorus] <br /><br />[Verse #3] <br />They say music can alter moods and talk to you <br />But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? <br />Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude <br />Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued <br />See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols <br />And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool <br />Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves <br />We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales <br />You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self <br />We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail <br />It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin' <br />To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted <br />It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing <br />Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine <br />Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long <br />Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs <br />Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives <br />So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die <br />Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe <br />We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes <br />That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it <br />Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden <br />And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone <br />Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs <br />And we can <br /><br />[Chorus] <br /><br />[Chorus Without Beat] <br /><br />[Instrumental]
Letra nueva de la canción
[Verse #1] <br />These ideas are nightmares for white parents <br />Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings <br />Like whatever they say has no bearing <br />Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing <br />To see him walking around with his headphones blaring <br />Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care <br />He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out <br />When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out <br />Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out <br />But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out <br />His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back <br />Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap <br />He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap <br />His step-father hit him so he socked him back <br />And broke his nose, this house is a broken home <br />There's no control, he just lets his emotions go <br />Come on... <br /><br />[Chorus:] <br />Sing with me, sing for the year <br />Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear <br />Sing with me,just for today <br />Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away <br /><br />[Verse #2] <br />Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters <br />In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum <br />Only you're unholy, only have one homey <br />Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me <br />But everybody just feels like they can relate <br />I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great <br />Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate <br />Its like kids hang on every single statement we make <br />Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum <br />Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen? <br />From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' <br />To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass <br />But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you <br />Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to <br />To get their hands on every dime you have <br />They want you to lose your mind every time you mad <br />So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon <br />You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns <br />Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me <br />Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly <br />But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously <br />So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me <br />They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me <br />If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete <br />It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal, <br />How the fuck can i raise a little girl? <br />I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to <br />You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! <br /><br />[Chorus] <br /><br />[Verse #3] <br />They say music can alter moods and talk to you <br />But can it load a gun for you and cock it too? <br />Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude <br />Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued <br />See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols <br />And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool <br />Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves <br />We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales <br />You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self <br />We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail <br />It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin' <br />To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted <br />It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing <br />Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine <br />Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long <br />Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs <br />Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives <br />So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die <br />Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe <br />We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes <br />That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it <br />Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden <br />And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone <br />Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs <br />And we can <br /><br />[Chorus] <br /><br />[Chorus Without Beat] <br /><br />[Instrumental]
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