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[Verse #1]

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]



[Instrumental]

[Verse #1]

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]



[Instrumental]

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