[Verse 1:]
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 dont care
Hes a problem child and what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his f*cking dad walking out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again hed probably knock him out
His thoughts are wacked hes mad so hes talking back
Talking 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
Theres no control he just lets his emotions go

[Chorus:]
{Cmon} sing with me {sing} sing for the years
{Sing it} sing for the laughter sing for the tears {cmon)
Sing it with me just for today maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...

[Verse 2:]
Entertainment is changing intertwining with gangstas
In the land of the killers a sinners mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy only have one homie
Only this gun lonely cause dont anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a mothaf*cka they can be great
Or they can degrade or even worse they can teach hate
Its like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the f*ck did this metamorphosis happen
From standing on corners and porches just rapping
To having a fortune no more kissing 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 wont hesitate to produce handguns
Thats why these prosecutors want to convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listening to me religiously
So Im signing Cds while police fingerprint me
Theyre for the judges daughter but his grudge is against me
If Im such a f*cking menace this shit doesnt make sense B
Its all political if my music is literal and
Im a criminal how the f*ck can I raise a little girl
I couldnt I wouldnt be fit to
Youre full of shit too Guerrera that was a fist that hit you!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
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 Ill get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shits cool
Not knowing we really just protecting ourselves
We entertainers of course the shits affecting our sales
You ignoramus but music is reflection of self
We just explain it and then we get our checks in the mail
Its f*cked up aint it? How we can come from practically nothing
To being able to have any f*cking thing that we wanted
Thats why we sing for these kids who dont have a thing
Except for a dream and a f*cking 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 whos ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishing theyd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
Were nothing to you but were the f*cking shit in they eyes
Thats 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 theyll admit it when were gone just let our spirits live on
Through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can

[Chorus x2]