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Eminem Sing For The Moment Lyrics

PART 1.
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Answer
these
ideas
are,
nightmares
to
white
parents
whose
worse
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
walking
out.
cause
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
wacked,
he's
mad
so
he's
talking
back
talking
black,
brainwashed
from
rock
and
rap.
he
sags
his
pants,
doo-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
lets
his
emotions
go!
Sing
with
me,
sing
for
the
year
sing
for
the
laughter,
sing
for
the
tears.
Sing
it
with
me,
just
for
today.
Maybe
tomorrow,
the
good
lord
will
take
you
away.
Entertainment
is
changing,
intertwining
with
gangsters.
In
the
land
of
the
killers
a
sinners
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
motherfucka,
they
can
be
great
or
they
can
degrade,
or
even
worse,
Answer
they
can
teach
hate.
It's
like
these
kids
hang
on
every
statement
we
make,
like
they
worship
us,
plus
all
the
stores
ship
us
platinum.
Now
how
the
fuck
did
this
metamorphosis
happen?
From
standing
on
corners
and
porches
just
rapping,
to
having
a
fortune,
no
more
kissing
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
been
listening
to
me
religiously.
So
I'm
signing
CD's
while
police
fingerprint
me.
They're
for
the
judge's
daughter
but
his
grudge
is
against
me.
If
I'm
such
a
fucking
menace
this
shit
doesn't
make
sense
B.
It's
all
political,
if
my
music
is
literal
then
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!
Sing
with
me,
sing
for
the
year.
Sing
for
the
laughter,
sing
for
the
tears.
Sing
it
with
me,
just
for
today.
Maybe
tomorrow,
the
good
lord
will
take
you
away!
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