[00:23.07]These ideas are nightmares for white parents[00:25.79]Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings[00:28.94]Like whatever they say has no bearing[00:31.38]It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing[00:34.13]To see him walkin' around wit his headphones blaring[00:37.06]Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care[00:39.61]He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out[00:42.37]When he talks about his ******' dad walkin' out[00:46.81][00:44.31]'Cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out[00:47.91]But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out[00:50.73]His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back[00:53.88]Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap[00:56.06]He sags his pants, dew-rags and a stockin' cap[00:59.73]His stepfather hit him so he socked him back[01:02.40]And broke his nose, this house is a broken home[01:04.85]There's no control, he just lets his emotions go-[04:35.12][04:18.20][02:49.79][01:08.27]C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)[04:37.61][04:20.91][02:53.04][01:11.31]Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)[04:40.83][04:23.65][02:55.78][01:14.32]Sing it with me, just for today[04:43.76][04:26.50][02:58.45][01:16.78]Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away[01:25.60]Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas[01:28.49]In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum[01:30.93]Only ya unholy, only have one homey[01:33.70]Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me[01:36.18]But everybody just feels like they can relate[01:39.18]I guess words are a ***********, they can be great[01:41.86]Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate[01:44.88]It's like kids hang on every single statement we make[01:47.80]Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum[01:50.72]Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?[01:53.58]From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'[01:56.32]To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass[01:58.82]But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you[02:02.04]Fans turn on you, attorneys all wanna turn at you[02:05.19]To get their hands on every dime you have[02:07.55]They want you to lose your mind every time you mad[02:10.51]So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon[02:13.49]Any dispute, don't hesitate to produce handguns[02:16.44]Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me[02:19.27]Strictly just to get me offa these streets quickly[02:22.10]But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously[02:24.97]So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me[02:27.69]They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me[02:30.64]If I'm such a ******' menace, this **** doesn't make sense B[02:33.61]It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal,[02:36.80]How the **** can I raise a little girl?[02:39.10]I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to[02:41.81]You're full of **** too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU![03:07.41]They say music can alter moods and talk to you[03:09.82]But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?[03:12.63]Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude[03:15.69]Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued[03:18.40]See what these kids do, is hear about us totin' pistols[03:21.74]And they wanna get one, 'cuz they think the ****'s cool[03:24.47]Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves[03:26.97]We entertainas, of course this ****'s affectin' our sales[03:29.89]You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self[03:32.67]We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail[03:35.68]It's ****** up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'[03:38.47]To bein' able to have any ******' thing that we wanted[03:41.31]That's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing[03:44.05]Except for a dream and a ******' rap magazine[03:46.84]Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long[03:49.67]Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs[03:52.43]Or for anyone who's ever been through **** in they lives[03:55.36]So they sit and they cry at night, wishin they die[03:58.19]Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe[04:00.74]We're nothin' to you, but we the ******' **** in they eyes[04:04.03]That's why we sieze the moment, try to freeze it and own it[04:06.88]Squeeze it and hold it, 'cuz we consider these minutes golden[04:09.56]And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone[04:12.53]Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs[04:15.08]And we can-[00:00.009][99:00.000]