These ideas are nightmares for white parentsWhose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earringsLike whatever they say has no bearingIt's so scary in a house that allows no swearingTo see him walkin' around wit his headphones blaringAlone in his own zone, cold and he don't careHe's a problem child, what bothers him all comes outWhen he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him outBut if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him outHis thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' backTalkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rapHe sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin' capHis stepfather hit him so he socked him backAnd broke his nose, this house is a broken homeThere's no control, he just lets his emotions go-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 todayMaybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you awayEntertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstasIn the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctumOnly ya unholy, only have one homeyOnly this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know meBut everybody just feels like they can relateI guess words are a motherfucka, they can be greatOr they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hateIt's like kids hang on every single statement we makeLike they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinumNow how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' assBut then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn youFans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at youTo get their hands on every dime you haveThey want you to lose your mind every time you madSo they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannonAny dispute, don't hesitate to produce handgunsThats why these prosecutors wanna convict meStrictly just to get me offa these streets quicklyBut all their kids been listen'n to me religiouslySo I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint meThey're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against meIf I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense BIt'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 toYou're full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU!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 todayMaybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you awayThey say music can alter moods and talk to youBut can it load a gun for you and cock it too?Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dudeJust tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get suedSee what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistolsAnd they wanna get one, 'cuz they think the shit's coolNot knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselvesWe entertainas, of course this shit's affectin' our salesYou ignoramus, but music is reflection of selfWe just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mailIt's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wantedThat's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thingExcept for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazineWho post pin-up pictures on their walls all day longIdolize their favorite rappers and know all they songsOr for anyone who's ever been through shit in they livesSo they sit and they cry at night, wishin they dieTill they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibeWe're nothin' to you, but we the fuckin' shit in they eyesThat's why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own itSqueeze it and hold it, 'cuz we consider these minutes goldenAnd maybe they'll admit it when we're goneJust let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songsAnd we can-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 todayMaybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you awayC`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 todayMaybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

这个傻子 拥有天使的脸庞 天使的嗓音 他是天生被神所宠爱的孩子 亲爱的 二十一岁生日快乐