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These ideas are nightmares for 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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Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing |
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To see him walkin around wit his headphones blaring |
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Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care |
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Hes a problem child, what bothers him all comes out |
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When he talks about his fuckin dad walkin out |
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Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out |
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Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out |
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But if he ever saw him again, hed prolly knock him out |
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His thoughts are whacked, hes mad so hes talkin back |
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Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap |
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He sags his pants, dew-rags 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, this house is a broken home |
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Theres no control, he just lets his emotions go- |
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C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!) |
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Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!) |
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Sing it with me, just for today |
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Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |
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Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangstas |
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In the land of the killers, a sinners mind is a sanctum |
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Only ya unholy, only have one homey |
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Only this gun, lonely, cuz dont anyone know me |
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But everybody just feels like they can relate |
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I guess words are a motherfucka, they can be great |
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Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate |
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Its like 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 wanna 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, dont hesitate to produce handguns |
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Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me |
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Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly |
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But all their kids been listenn to me religiously |
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So Im signin CDs while police fingerprint me |
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Theyre for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me |
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If Im such a fuckin menace, this shit doesnt make sense B |
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Its all political, if my music is literal and Im a criminal, |
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How the FUCK can I raise a little girl? |
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I couldnt, I wouldnt be fit to |
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Youre full of shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU! |
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C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!) |
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Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!) |
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Sing it with me, 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 |
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But can it load a gun 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 Ill 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, cuz they think the shits cool |
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Not knowin were really just protectin ourselves |
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We entertainas, of course this shits 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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Its fucked up aint 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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Thats why we sing for these kids that dont have a thing |
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C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!) |
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Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!) |
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Sing it with me, just for today |
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Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |
| [04:24.020] |
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!) |
| [04:26.510] |
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!) |
| [04:29.730] |
Sing it with me, just for today |
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Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away |
