Sing for the Moment
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Original Translation of Slang

These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its 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, 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 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, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...


has no bearing doesn't influence him

fuckin' horrible walkin' out leaving the family
'cuz because blocks him out refuses to think about him
knock him out hit him so he became unconscious
whacked crazy talkin' back arguing (with an authority figure)
Talkin black talking like a rapper
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap Typical hip hop clothing - loose pants worn low on the hips, a kind of scarf tied around the head and a knit hat.
socked hit hard

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrate, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its 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 metamorphasis 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, attorney's all gonna turn it to
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
You need to spew, don't hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So I'm signing CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt 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!

homey friend

a motherfucker really powerful but difficult (note: this word is usually used as an insult or to describe someone who is very dangerous or very impressive)
degrate (not slang or a real word) He means "degrade" (in this context, to talk about someone in a way that lowers his reputation) but it doesn't fit the rhyme.
hang on every single statement admire rappers' words without question

the fuck used for emphasis

kissin' ass flattering others insincerely to get ahead
burn you attack and hurt you
turn on you no longer support you

loose cannon dangerously unpredictable person
spew say angry things without restraint air-guns imaginary guns. See note on Guerrera below.

fuckin' used for emphasis

full of shit lying

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 toting pistols
And they want to get one, 'cuz they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting 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 nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup 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, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and 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 out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can


dude man

toting carrying
the shit's cool it's great

shit kind of thing
ignoramus incredibly stupid person

It's fucked up ain't it It's ridiculous, isn't it?

pinup pictures pictures of sexy women
they their
been through shit had unpleasant experiences

vibe enjoy the music
the fuckin' shit the best

Sing with me
the chorus is sampled from the Aerosmith song Dream On

Guerrera it sounds like 'Guerrera' in the song, but this is a reference to a fight Eminem had with John Guerra, who he saw kissing his wife outside a Detroit area bar in June of 2000. Police said Eminem hit Guerra with a gun, but Eminem obviously disagrees, since he says here it was an "air gun" and that it was "a fist that hit you!"

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