Sing For The Moment - Eminem

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 walkin 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; doo rags and a stockin 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.

Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters.

In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum.

Holy or unnholy, 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 motherfucker, they can be great.

Or they can degrate; 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 they 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 B!

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!