Eminem - Sing For The Moment musicvideo
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- musicvideo by eminen lyrics: [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 don't care He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out 'Cus he 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 stepfather 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 [Chorus #1] {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 changing, intertwinin' with gangsters In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Only you're unholy, only have one homie Only this gun, lonely, 'cus don't anyone know me But everybody just feels like they can relate I guess words of a motherfucka, they can be great Or they can degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate Its 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 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, won't hesitate to produce handguns Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me Strictly just to get me off of th
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