Sing for the moment

Verse 1

These ideas are nightmares
For white parents
Whose worst fear is
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, so cold
And he don't care
He's a problem child,
What bothers him [bad word] out
When he talks about
His [bad word] #39; dad walkin' out
'Cuz he hates him so bad
That he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again,
He'd probly 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, dew-rags
And a stockin' cap
His stepfather hit him
So he socked him back
And broke his nose,
This house is a broken home
There's no control,
He just lets his emotions go [bad word] on...

 [bad word] 

C`mon! Sing it with me (Sing!),
Sing it for the year (Sing It!)
Sing it for the laughter,
Sing it for the tear (C`mon!)
Sing it with me, just once again
Maybe tomorrow,
The good Lord will take you away

Verse 2

Entertainment is changin',
Intertwinin' with gangstas
In the land of the killers,
sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only ya unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz
Don't anyone know me
But 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 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 standin' on corners and porches
Just rappin' to havin' a fortune,
No more kissin' [bad word] 
But then these critics [bad word] you,
Journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you,
Attorneys all wanna turn at you
To get their 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, don't hesitate
To produce handguns
Thats why these prosecutors
Wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me
Off a these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n
To me religiously
So I'm signin' 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] #39; 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 FIST THAT HIT YOU!

 [bad word] 

Verse 3

They say music can alter moods
And talk to you
But can it load a gun 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 totin' pistols
And they wanna get one, 'cuz they think
The [bad word] #39;s cool
Not knowin' we're really
Just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course this [bad word] #39;s
Affectin' our sales
You ignoramous,
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 nothin'
To bein' able to have
Any [bad word] #39; thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids
That don't have a thing
Except for a dream
And a [bad word] #39; rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures
On their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers
And know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been
Through [bad word] in t