It's like kids hang on every single statement we make
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
But if he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
Sing with me, just for today
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
Sing with me, sing for the year
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
To get their hands on every dime you have
How the fuck can I raise a little girl?
Sing with me, sing for the year
And they want to get one, 'coz they think the shit's cool
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, Pete
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
You need to spew, don't hesitate to produce air-guns
It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Sing with me, just for today
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go, come on
Sing with me, just for today
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
He sags his pants, to rags and a stocking cap
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to
Sing with me, sing for the year
'Coz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
Sing with me, just for today
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
But everybody just feels like they can relate
Swiftly just to get me off of these streets quickly
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Squeeze it and hold it, 'coz we consider these minutes golden
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
Sing with me, sing for the year
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
Only this gun, lonely, 'coz don't anyone know me
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
So I'm signing CDs while police fingerprint me
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
But all their kids been listenin' to me religiously
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
And we can
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
