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 will take you

away...

:| sorry for being so canadian

Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's

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

mothafucka 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 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 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 listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's 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 Pete

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...

it will be ok we understand

{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 will take you

away...

They say music can alter moods and talk to you

Well can it load a gun up 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 want to get one cause they think the shit's cool

Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers

Of course the shit's affectin' 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 fucked up ain't it

How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'

thing that we wanted

That's why we sing for these kids, who 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 they favorite rappers and know all they songs

Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives

Till 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're 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

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 and we can...

cant be assed to read all that shit

]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 walking around with his headphones blaring

Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care

He's a problem child

And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about

His fuckin' dad walkin' out

Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out

If he ever saw him again he'd probably 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, do-rags and a stocking cap

His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose

His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions

go

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 will take you

away...

Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's

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

mothafucka 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 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 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 listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's 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 Pete

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...

{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 will take you

away...

They say music can alter moods and talk to you

Well can it load a gun up 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 want to get one cause they think the shit's cool

Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers

Of course the shit's affectin' 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 fucked up ain't it

How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'

thing that we wanted

That's why we sing for these kids, who 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 they favorite rappers and know all they songs

Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives

Till 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're 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

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 and we can...

{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 will take you

away...

{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 will take you

away...

Last edited by killer2310 14 years ago

just a youtube link would have been fine Killer... or the whole song in one post