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    [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,
    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

    'Cause 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 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
    His house is a broken home,
    there's no control,
    he just let's his emotions go...

    [Chorus]
    {C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
    {Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
    Sing it with me, just for today,
    Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...

    [Verse 2]
    Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
    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 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 degrade,
    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 their kids be listenin' to me religiously,
    So I'm signin' cd's 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 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
    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 cause 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 their 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
    Cause 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 can...

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