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 walkin’ around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don’t care
He’s a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin’ 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-
Chorus
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Entertainment is changin’, intertwinin’ with gangstas
In the land of the killers, a sinner’s mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, ’cuz don’t anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucka, 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 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 wan’ a 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 grudge is against me
If I’m such a fuckin’ menace, this shit doesn’t make sense B
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 shit too, Guerrera, THAT WAS A FIST THAT HIT YOU!
Chorus
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Sing it!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun 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 wanna get one, ’cuz they think the shit’s cool
Not knowin’ we’re really just protectin’ ourselves
We entertainers, of course this shit’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 fucked up ain’t it, how we can come from practically nothin’
To bein’ able to have any fuckin’ thing that we wanted
That’s why we sing for these kids that don’t have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin’ 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 shit in they lives
So 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 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, ’cuz 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-
Chorus
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take it away
C`mon! Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing It!)
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C`mon!)
Sing it with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take it away
今天逛youtube的阿姆時
找到的一首
因為看了MV就覺得有點感傷
所以查了中文歌詞....
這些觀念對於白人父母來說無異是個噩夢
他們最怕的就是有一個染著頭髮並喜歡佩帶耳環的孩子
就像他們的言傳身教對他不起作用一樣
出身於一個不允許說髒話的家庭真是可怕
只見他戴著耳機到處走
他孑然一身，遭到冷遇，他不在乎
他是個問題兒童，當談到他那該死的出走的父親時，他不吐不快
因為他恨他恨到不願想起他
但是如果讓他再見到他，他很可能會將他打翻在地
他的想法很瘋狂，他怒火中燒，所以他開始反擊
開始說唱，他被搖滾與說唱洗腦
他全身都是嘻哈的打扮，穿著寬鬆的的褲子，圍著頭巾，戴著絨線帽
他的繼父打了他,他便狠狠地回擊
打斷了他的鼻梁，這是個破碎的家庭
沒有約束，他率性而為
來吧...
與我同唱，歌唱那一年
歌唱歡笑，歌唱淚水
與我同唱，歌唱此刻
可能明天，仁慈的主就會帶走你
娛樂界變了，它與黑幫勾結
在一個滿是殺手的國度，人們崇拜罪人
要麼聖潔要麼罪惡，我只有一個朋友
那就是這把槍，孤獨，因為沒人了解我
可是每個人都認為他們能理解
文字真是很混帳，有時可以很棒
有時卻會引人墮落，甚至會教人記恨
孩子們會牢記我們(指RAPPER們)說的每一句話
他們崇拜我們，我們的唱片賣到白金銷量
怎麼TMD會發生這種蛻變呢？
從街頭和門廳前的說唱小子
到大紅大紫，不用再拍人馬屁
但是然後這些批評家又來抨擊你，記者們恨不得要毀了你
歌迷們倒戈相向，律師們讓你心驚
他們想染指你的每一分錢
每次你一生氣，他們都希望你會因此發瘋
這樣他們就可以將你描述成一個大砲(舉止無法預料的名人)
他們毫不遲疑的說你攜帶手槍
這就是為什麼那些律師要嚴厲地控告我
只是想盡快將我趕離那些街道
但是他們的孩子還是會一直虔誠的聽著我們的音樂
所以我一邊給CD簽名，一邊還要按指紋
是簽給法官的女兒，但是他卻恨我入骨
如果我TMD是個威脅，PETE，這一切就太荒謬了
這一切全是因為政治，如果我在音樂裡所說的屬實，並且我是個罪犯的話
我TMD還怎麼去撫養我的小女兒
我不能也不適合
Guerrera，你謊話連篇，襲擊你的只是我的拳頭而已
他們說音樂能改變人的心智，能傳達信息
但是它能將槍上膛，並扣動扳機
好啊，如果它可以的話，下次你襲擊了一個家伙
盡管告訴法官那是我的錯，然後便等著我被起訴吧
看看孩子們會怎麼樣呢，那就是聽說我攜帶槍支
然後他們也想要一把，因為他們認為這樣東西很酷
但是他們卻並不知道我們只是出于自衛
作為藝人，這樣的事當然會影響到我們的銷量
真是無知．音樂能反映一個人
我們剛這麼說，然後就收到法院的傳單
這很荒謬，不是嗎？
我們是如何從一無所有到要什麼有什麼呢？
這就是我為什麼要為那些除了夢想和一本說唱雜誌之外什麼都沒有的孩子唱歌的原因
他們老是往牆上貼些招貼畫
崇拜著他們最喜歡的ＲＡＰＰＥＲ並熟悉他們的每一首歌
或是為那些生活中有過不幸經歷的人們歌唱
他們會在夜深的時候哭泣，希望一死了之
直到他們找到一張說唱唱片作為支柱，然後他們開始欣賞音樂
對於你們，我們什麼都不是，但是在他們眼裡，我們就是最棒的
所以我們要抓住那個時刻，盡力擁有它
抓牢他，因為我們認為那樣的時刻很寶貴
可能等我們都死去的時候，他們才會才會承認這一點
我們的精神是不朽的，你們會通過我們歌曲中的歌詞明白這一點
我們便可以
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