Karaoké 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 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 walkin' out

'Cos 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 step-father hit him so he socked him back

Broke his nose his house is a broken home there's no

Control he just let's his emotions go, come on

Sing, sing it come on

Entertainment is changin' intertwinin' with gangsta's

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

Holy or unholy, only have one homie

Only this gun, lonely 'cos don't anyone know me

Yet everybody just feels like they can relate

I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great

Or they can degrade 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

And 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 Pete

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 shittoo

Guerrera that was a fist that hit you

Sing, sing it sing with me

They say music can alter moods and talk to you

Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too

Well if it can then the next time you assault a dude

Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued

See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols

And they want to get one 'cos they think the shit's cool

Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves

We entertainers of course the shit's affectin' our sales

You ignoramus but music is reflection of self, we just explain it and then we get our checks in the mail

It's fucked up ain't it how we can come from practically nothing

To being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted

That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing

Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine

Who post a pin-up pictures on their walls all day long

Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs

Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives

'Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die

'Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe we're nothin' to you

But we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes

That's why we seize the moment

Try to freeze it and own it squeeze it and hold it

'Cos we consider these minutes golden

And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone just let our spirits live on

Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can

Sing, sing it hey, come on, hey

Sing, sing it hey, come on, hey