[00:00.000] 作词 : Jeff Bass/Marshall Mathers/Steven Victor Tallarico
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jeff Bass/Marshall Mathers/Steven Victor Tallarico
[00:23.620]These ideas are nightmares to white parents
[00:26.550]Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair
[00:28.730]And who likes earrings
[00:29.870]Like whatever they say has no bearing
[00:32.140]It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
[00:35.090]To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
[00:38.270]Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's
[00:40.910]A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
[00:44.150]When he talks about his ****in' dad walkin' out (Bitch!)
[00:46.690]'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
[00:49.900]If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
[00:52.620]His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
[00:55.310]Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
[00:58.400]He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin' cap
[01:01.660]His step-father hit him so he socked him back
[01:04.350]And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
[01:07.180]There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
[01:11.520](Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
[01:14.250]Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
[01:16.710]Sing it with me, it's just for today
[01:19.240]Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
[01:28.020]Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters
[01:30.780]In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
[01:33.860]Holy or unholy, only have one homie
[01:35.400]Only this gun, lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me
[01:39.690]Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh)
[01:42.440]I guess words are a mother****er, they can be great
[01:45.520]Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
[01:48.040]It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
[01:51.150]Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
[01:54.090]Now how the **** did this metamorphosis happen?
[01:57.230]From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
[01:59.960]To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
[02:02.880]But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you
[02:05.920]Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
[02:08.990]To get they hands on every dime you have
[02:11.560]They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
[02:14.340]So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
[02:17.670]Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
[02:21.010]That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
[02:23.640]Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
[02:26.420]But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously
[02:29.100]So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
[02:32.120]They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me
[02:35.240]If I'm such a ****in' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B
[02:38.610]It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal
[02:41.760]how the **** can I raise a little girl?
[02:44.270]I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
[02:46.350]You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! (Bitch!)
[02:50.490](Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
[02:52.910]Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!)
[02:55.780]Sing it with me, it's just for today
[02:58.630]Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
[03:07.140]They say music can alter moods and talk to you
[03:09.900]Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
[03:12.950]Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
[03:15.790]Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
[03:18.670]See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
[03:22.470]And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool
[03:25.160]Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
[03:27.690]We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales
[03:30.490]You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
[03:33.520]We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
[03:36.460]It's ****ed up, ain't it?
[03:37.670]How we can come from practically nothin'
[03:39.300]To bein' able to have any ****in' thing that we wanted
[03:42.260]That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing
[03:45.080]Except for a dream and a ****in' rap magazine (Ha-ha!)
[03:47.670]Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
[03:51.160]Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
[03:54.130]Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
[03:56.850]So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die
[03:59.830]'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
[04:02.680]We're nothin' to you, but we're the ****in' shit in they eyes
[04:05.560]That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it
[04:08.660]Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden
[04:11.560]And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
[04:13.960]Just let our spirits live on through
[04:15.650]Our lyrics that you hear in our songs
[04:17.400]And we can…
[04:18.050]Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
[04:20.800]Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
[04:23.880]Sing it with me, it's just for today
[04:26.330]Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
[04:35.780]Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
[04:38.190]Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
[04:41.190]Sing it with me, it's just for today
[04:43.990]Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away