Sing for the moment de Eminem

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,
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, and what bothers him all comes out,
when he talks about, his fuckin' dad walkin' out
cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out.
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are wacked, 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, his house is a broken home.
There's no control, he just let's his emotions

Chorus
C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)
Sing for the year (Sing It)
Sing for the laughter
sing for the tear (C'mon!)
Sing it with me
Just for today
Maybe tomorrow
The good Lord will take you

Verse 2
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas,
in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
holy or unholy, only have one homie, only this gun,
lonely cuz don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate,
I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great
or they can degrate, 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 they 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 cannon.
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 they kids be listenin' to me religiously,
so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's 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,
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!

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 cuz they think the shit's cool
not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves,
we entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales, 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 nothing
to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids,
who don't have a thing except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long,
idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives,
till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe.
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
that's why we seize the moment 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.
Just let our spirits live on,
through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we

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Estas ideas son pesadillas para los padres blancos,
cuya mayor preocupación es tener un hijo con el pelo teñido y que le gustan los pendientes.
Como si lo que digan no tuviera ninguna importancia,
da mucho miedo en una casa donde no se permite maldecir,
verlo pasear con los auriculares a todo volumen,
solo en su propio mundo, frío y sin importar nada.
Es un niño problemático, y lo que le molesta siempre sale a la luz,
cuando habla de cómo su puto padre se marchó,
porque lo odia tanto que simplemente lo ignora.
Si alguna vez lo viese de nuevo, probablemente le daría una paliza.
Sus pensamientos son un lío, está enfadado así que responde,
hablando en negro, lavado de cerebro por el rock y el rap.
Con los pantalones caídos, pañuelo en la cabeza y una gorra de lana,
su padrastro le pegó, así que él le devolvió el golpe
y le rompió la nariz; su casa es un hogar roto.
No hay control, solo deja que sus emociones

Estribillo
¡Vamos! ¡Canta conmigo! (¡Canta!)
Canta por el año (¡Cántalo!)
Canta por la risa
canta por la lágrima (¡Vamos!)
Cántalo conmigo
Solo por hoy
Quizás mañana
El buen Señor te lleve.

Verso 2
El entretenimiento está cambiando, entrelazándose con gangsters,
en la tierra de los asesinos, la mente de un pecador es un sanctum;
santo o no santo, solo tengo un colega, solo esta pistola,
solitario porque nadie me conoce.
Sin embargo, todos sienten que pueden identificarse;
supongo que las palabras son una madre cabrona; pueden ser grandiosas
o pueden degradar; o aún peor, pueden enseñar odio.
Es como si estos chicos colgaran de cada declaración que hacemos;
es como si nos adoraran.
Además todas las tiendas nos envían plata;
cómo demonios ha ocurrido esta metamorfosis?
De estar en las esquinas y porches rapeando;
a tener una fortuna, ya no más besos de trasero.
Pero luego estos críticos te crucifican; periodistas intentan quemarte;
los fans se vuelven contra ti; abogados quieren hacerte perder tu tiempo
para hacerse con cada céntimo que tienes;
quieren que pierdas la cabeza cada vez que estés enfadado,
para intentar hacerte parecer un loco descontrolado.
Cualquier disputa no dudará en sacar armas

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