"Sing For The Moment"

[Verse]
Entertainment is changing, intertwining with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] did this metamorphosis happen
From standing on corners and porches just rapping
To having a fortune, no more kissing [bad word] But then these critics [bad word] 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 listening to me religiously, so I'm signing CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his [bad word] is against me
If I'm such a [bad word] menace, this [bad word] doesn't make sense Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the [bad word] can I raise a little girl
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of [bad word] too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you...
 [bad word] 
(C'mon), sing with me, (sing), sing for the years
(Sing it), sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, (c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord'll take you away...

[Verse]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and [bad word] 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 toting pistols
And they want to get one 'cause they think the [bad word] s cool
Not knowing we really just protecting ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the [bad word] s affecting 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 [bad word] up ain't it
How we [bad word] from practically nothing to being able to have any [bad word] thing that we wanted
That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it
'Cause 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 so we can...
 [bad word] 
(C'mon), sing with me, (sing), sing for the years
(Sing it), sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, (c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord'll take you away...