Verse #1
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,
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.
He's a problem child,and what bothers him all comes out,
when he talks about, his fuckin' dad walkin out.
Causes he hates him so bad that he, blocks him out.
And if he ever saw him again he'd probobly 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...
Chorus:
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, if its just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Verse #2
Entertainment is changing, intertwine it with gansters.
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 so many don't know me.
Then everybody just feels like they can relate.
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great.
Or they can be 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,
