[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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These ideas are nightmares to white parents
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Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
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Like whatever they say has no bearing
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It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
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To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
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Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's
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A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
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When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
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'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
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If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
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His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
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Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
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He sags his pants, dorags and a stockin' cap
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His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
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And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
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There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
[Chorus (1)]
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Fm Eb
(Come on!) Sing with me, sing for the year
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Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
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Sing it with me, it's just for today
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Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
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[Verse 2]
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Fm Eb
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters
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In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
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Holy or unholy, only have one homie
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Only this gun, lonely 'cause don't anyone know me
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Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
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I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
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Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
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It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
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Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
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Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
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From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
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To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
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But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
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Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
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To get their hands on every dime you have
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They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
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So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
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Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
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That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
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Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
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But all their kids be listenin' to me religiously
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So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
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They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me
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If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B
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It's all political, if my music is literal
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And I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
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I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
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You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
[Chorus (2)]
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Fm Eb
Sing with me, sing for the year
Db Eb
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Fm Eb
Sing it with me, it's just for today
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Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
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They say music can alter moods and talk to you
[Verse 3]
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Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
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Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
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Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
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See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
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And they wanna get one 'cause they think the shit's cool
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Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
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We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales
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You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
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We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
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It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin'
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To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
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That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing
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Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
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Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
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Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
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Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
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So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die
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'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
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We're nothin' to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
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That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it
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Squeeze it and hold it 'cause we consider these minutes golden
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And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits
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Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs, and we canâ¦
[Chorus (3)]
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Fm Eb
Sing with me, sing for the year
Db Eb
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Fm Eb
Sing it with me, it's just for today
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Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
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Fm Eb
Sing with me, sing for the year
Db Eb
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear
Fm Eb
Sing it with me, it's just for today
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Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
[Solo]
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[Fade-Out]
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