Oggi è il compleanno del mio piccolo grande Andrea. 14 anni.... Sempre meno piccolo e sempre più grande in tutti isensi, tutti. Ho scelto io per lui. Visto che ascolta spesso e volentieri Eminem ho scelto un brano del rapper bianco americano. Mi sono fatto guidare dal titolo "Sing for the moment". Mi sembrava adatto. Buon ascolto e tanti auguri al mio amore!!Sing for the moment (Eminem)These ideas are, nightmares to white parentsWhose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earringsLike whatever they say has no bearingIt's so scary in a house that allows, no swearingTo see him walking around with his headphones blaringAlone in his own zone, cold and he don't careHe's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes outWhen he talks about, his fucking dad walking outCause he hates him so bad that he, blocks him outIf he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him outHis thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talking backTalking black, brainwashed from rock and rapHe sags his pants, doo-rags and a stocking capHis step-father hit him so he socked him backAnd broke his nose, his house is a broken homeThere's no control, he just lets his emotions goSing with me, sing for the year (sing it)Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)Sing it with me, just for todayMaybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you awayEntertainment is changing, intertwining with gangstersIn the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctumHoly or unholy, only have one homieOnly this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know meYet everybody just feels like they can relateI guess words are a mothafucka, they can be greatOr they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hateIt's like these kids hang on every single statement we makeLike they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinumNow how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?From standing on corners and porches just rappingTo having a fortune, no more kissing assBut then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn youFans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at youTo get they hands on every dime you haveThey want you to lose your mind every time you madSo they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannonAny dispute won't hesitate to produce handgunsThat's why these prosecutors wanna convict meStrictly just to get me off of these streets quicklyBut all their kids been listening to me religiouslySo I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint meThey're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against meIf I'm such a fucking menace this shit doesn't make sense BIt's all political, if my music is literalThen I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl?I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit toYou're full of shit too Guerrera; that was a fist that hit youSing with me, sing for the year (sing it)Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (sing this shit!)Sing it with me, just for todayMaybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you awayThey say music can alter moods and talk to youWell, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dudeJust tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get suedSee what these kids do is hear 'bout us toting pistolsAnd they wanna get one cause, they think the shit's coolNot knowing we really just protecting ourselvesWe entertainers, of course the shit's affecting our salesYou ignoramus, but music is reflection of selfWe just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mailIt's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothingTo being able to have any fucking thing that we wantedThat's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thingExcept for a dream and a fucking rap magazineWho post pin-up pictures on they walls all day longIdolize their favorite rappers and know all their songsOr for anyone who's ever been through shit in they livesSo they sit and they cry at night wishing they'd die'til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibeWe're nothing to you, but we're the fucking shit in their eyesThat's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own itSqueeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes goldenAnd maybe they'll admit it when we're goneJust let our spirits live onThrough our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we canSing with me, sing for the year (sing it)Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)Sing it with me, just for todayMaybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you awaySing with me, sing for the year (sing it)Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)Sing it with me, just for todayMaybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Auguri Andrea!
Oggi è il compleanno del mio piccolo grande Andrea. 14 anni.... Sempre meno piccolo e sempre più grande in tutti isensi, tutti. Ho scelto io per lui. Visto che ascolta spesso e volentieri Eminem ho scelto un brano del rapper bianco americano. Mi sono fatto guidare dal titolo "Sing for the moment". Mi sembrava adatto. Buon ascolto e tanti auguri al mio amore!!Sing for the moment (Eminem)These ideas are, nightmares to white parentsWhose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earringsLike whatever they say has no bearingIt's so scary in a house that allows, no swearingTo see him walking around with his headphones blaringAlone in his own zone, cold and he don't careHe's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes outWhen he talks about, his fucking dad walking outCause he hates him so bad that he, blocks him outIf he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him outHis thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talking backTalking black, brainwashed from rock and rapHe sags his pants, doo-rags and a stocking capHis step-father hit him so he socked him backAnd broke his nose, his house is a broken homeThere's no control, he just lets his emotions goSing with me, sing for the year (sing it)Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)Sing it with me, just for todayMaybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you awayEntertainment is changing, intertwining with gangstersIn the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctumHoly or unholy, only have one homieOnly this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know meYet everybody just feels like they can relateI guess words are a mothafucka, they can be greatOr they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hateIt's like these kids hang on every single statement we makeLike they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinumNow how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?From standing on corners and porches just rappingTo having a fortune, no more kissing assBut then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn youFans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at youTo get they hands on every dime you haveThey want you to lose your mind every time you madSo they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannonAny dispute won't hesitate to produce handgunsThat's why these prosecutors wanna convict meStrictly just to get me off of these streets quicklyBut all their kids been listening to me religiouslySo I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint meThey're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against meIf I'm such a fucking menace this shit doesn't make sense BIt's all political, if my music is literalThen I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl?I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit toYou're full of shit too Guerrera; that was a fist that hit youSing with me, sing for the year (sing it)Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (sing this shit!)Sing it with me, just for todayMaybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you awayThey say music can alter moods and talk to youWell, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dudeJust tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get suedSee what these kids do is hear 'bout us toting pistolsAnd they wanna get one cause, they think the shit's coolNot knowing we really just protecting ourselvesWe entertainers, of course the shit's affecting our salesYou ignoramus, but music is reflection of selfWe just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mailIt's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothingTo being able to have any fucking thing that we wantedThat's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thingExcept for a dream and a fucking rap magazineWho post pin-up pictures on they walls all day longIdolize their favorite rappers and know all their songsOr for anyone who's ever been through shit in they livesSo they sit and they cry at night wishing they'd die'til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibeWe're nothing to you, but we're the fucking shit in their eyesThat's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own itSqueeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes goldenAnd maybe they'll admit it when we're goneJust let our spirits live onThrough our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we canSing with me, sing for the year (sing it)Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)Sing it with me, just for todayMaybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you awaySing with me, sing for the year (sing it)Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)Sing it with me, just for todayMaybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away