[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, it's 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
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
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
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
go...

[Chorus]
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...

[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
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 don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these 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 metamorphosis 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, 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 won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while
police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't 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...

[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 i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' 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 nothing to being able to have any fuckin'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' 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 who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's 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 they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...

[CHORUS X2]

(Verse 1)
Ayo, First things first, Motherf*cker I don't KNow You
Let's Put in the air, Get it clear that I don't Owe You
Nobody Wants to start off from Scratch with They Own Pro Tools
They Rather Blow You. Bring you to Places You Don't Go To
A Bad Guy, Cause I refuse to remain Local
Or Beef with the People say No to, Cause I'm The Vocal
I don't deal with you dudes, Who seem to think I got my Deal Out the Blue
Four years ago, Sh*t, I was feeling Like You
With 5 Bucks to My Name, Rips and Tears in My shoes
Borrowing Outfits. No Food. Starving. That Miles Sh*t
But Now That Miles on.
Niggas act like the Kitchen Oven
Didn't use to keep the Whole House warm. I was without Uhhhh
I ain't except my Flaws
Begging the Dealer for hit like Please Just accept my Shorts
Nothing Mine Except for Draws, They Pegged me A Loss.
Misguided. Kid Hopeless. They Miss-quoted Motherfucker

(Chrous)
Sing with Me, Sing for the Year
Sing for the Laughter, Sing for the Tears
Sing with Me, Just for today
Maybe Tomorrow the Good Lord will Take you Away

(Verse 2)
The White Folks see My Truck, Start Reacting, Liking.
Get suprised when Yeah, It's a Black Kid Driving
Thumbs up Now. They Start Yacking Vibrant
Asking me how the Tracks they were interested In Buying?
Hoods see me in it, Say I don't deserve it.
I'm Not worth It. Shouldn't Have it. They Should Jack It
Think I'm Flossing with the Windows down, Staring at Folks.
You Motherf*cker. Joey's Sharing the Hope
And why in the Mall They Eyeing me for? Like I stole Items Before
Nigga, I could Buy this store
And why When I'm Walking in the Bank Trying to get My Good House and My Mortage
And They Think that Im Forgulent.
Think I can't afford it when the Pores are my skin are dark
and I'm a Young Buck. They Think I got young Bucks.
Dumb f*cks, So ignorant. Think I only came to run Muck
Make me wanna resort to my ways some-what
They say you soft when you Move out the Hood.
And so my goal is to Make all Of My Loved Ones Punks.
My Pop. My Mother. My Son. His Mother. My Girl. My Brother
My Entire Squad will be soft from Far!
Hates Wanna shoot me and Graze Me Blocka!
Cause I'm From the Hood But my Momma Raised Me Proper
If you hating Joey then You Hating the Best
You Hate Yourself. You Hate Growth. Hate Success.
Thinking of the Kids Time In the Hallway Cyphers
And I thank God, He knows it wasn't always Like This
It gets better the More he Guides Us
You Can tell cause the Haters didn't always Dis-Like Us.

(Chrous)
Sing with Me, Sing for the Year
Sing for the Laughter, Sing for the Tears
Sing with Me, Just for today
Maybe Tomorrow the Good Lord will Take you Away

(Verse 3)
Joeys Offering Substance. Without a Mood or Mind Altering Substance
That No Long Alters my Substance
I'm thankfull for every single fan that I get.
And Just think, Years ago, Sh*t, I was planning to quit. But Nah
I'll Keep trooping it for that Tripple Dubbed JoeBudden.com
And Typed Joey Keeping doing it
Ya'll Who thought we wouldn't see shine in Jerz.
For the Kids that Idolize me just cause I could Rhyme words.
For Ya'll Struggling, I know its hard getting By.
For dude that said Calm down. Helped him Stop Getting High
For the Gangsta's. Hustlers. Mobsters That Move Weight.
For dudes that Followed Jump-off from the First Clue tape.
For All the credit that I'm not Use ta'
For the People saying I'm The Future. Thank You.
Ya'll Help a Nigga Make it through the Fake Sh*t
Even Do it for the Haters. You too can Make it
From My Niggas On the Corner, Give me Pounds and Sh*t
For All the Teachers that said Joey Wouldn't amount to Sh*t
For Mommy At my video Shoot, She Crying it off.
Little Man with the Marker saying Sign my Ball
For all Of My true Friends. All the People That Support Me.
The Peopled That Adored Me when they could of Ignored Me
Thinking of the Lincoln High In the Hallway Cyphers
And I thank God, He knows it wasn't always Like This

(Chrous)
Sing with Me, Sing for the Year
Sing for the Laughter, Sing for the Tears
Sing with Me, Just for today
Maybe Tomorrow the Good Lord will Take you Away

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,
it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing,
to see him walking around with his headphones blaring,
alone in his won zone cold and he don't care, he's a problem child,
and what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about,
his fuckin dad walking out,
because he hates him so bad that he blocks him out,
if he ever saw him again he's probably knock him out,
his thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talking back,
talking black, brainwashed from rock and rap,
he sags his pants, do-rags and a stalking 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.... c'mon

Sing with me (sing!)
Sing for the year (sing it!)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear (c'mon)
Sing with me, just for today,
and maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away

Entertainment is changing, intertwining with gangsters,
in the land of the killers, a sinners mind is a sanctum,
holy or unholy, only have one homie,
only this gun, lonely, because don't anyone know me,
and everyone just feels like they can realte,
i guess words are a mothafucker, they can be great,
or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate
it's like these 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 metamorphisis 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 gonna turn it to,
to get their hands on every dime you have,
they want you to lose your mind every time your mad,
so they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon,
any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns,
thats why these prosecuters wanna convict me,
strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly,
but all these kids keep listening to me religiously,
so i'm signing cd's while police fingerprint me,
there for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me,
if i'm such a fuckin menace, this shit doesn't make sense B,
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,
your full of shit to gurrera that was a fist that hit you.

Sing with me (sing!)
Sing for the year (sing it!)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear (sing this shit!)
Sing with me, just for today,
and maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away

They say music can alter moods and talk to you,
well can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can then the next time you assult a dude,
just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued,
see what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols,
and they wanna get one, because they think this shits cool,
not knowing we're really just protecting ourselves,
we're entertainers, of course this shits affecting ourselves,
you ignoramous, but music is a 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 nothing,
to being able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted,
thats why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing,
except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine,
who post pin up pictures on their wall all day long,
idolize their favourite rappers and know all their songs,
or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives,
so they sit and they cry at night, wishing they'd die,
till they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe,
we're nothing to you, but we're the fucking shit in their eyes,
thats why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own,
squeeze it and hold it, because we consider these minutes golden,
and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone,
just let our spirits live on through the lyrics that you hear in our songs,
and we can...

Sing with me (sing!)
Sing for the year (sing it!)
Sing for the laughter
Sing for the tear (c'mon)
Sing with me, just for today,
and maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away...

[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, it's 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
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
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
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
go...

[Chorus]
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...

[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
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 don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these 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 metamorphosis 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, 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 won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while
police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't 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...

[Chorus]
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...

[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 i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' 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 nothing to being able to have any fuckin'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' 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 who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's 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 they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...

[Chorus]
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...

{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...

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, and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly 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 now, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me now,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Verse #2
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
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 be great, 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 canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa 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!

Chorus

Verse #3
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, cos 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 cheques 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
Idolise their favourite 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, 'cos 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

Chorus

Chorus Without Beat

Instrumental

Sing For The Moment lyrics
[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, it's 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
And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin' dad walkin' out
Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
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
His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
go...

[Chorus]
{C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
away...

[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
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 don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
mothafucka they can be great
Or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate
It's like these 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 metamorphosis 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, 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 won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while
police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B
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...

[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 i'll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit's affectin' 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 nothing to being able to have any fuckin'
thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's 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 they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
songs and we can...

Every time that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face getting clearer
The past is gone

It went by, like dusk to dawn
Isn't that the way
Everybody's got their dues in life to pay

Yeah, I know nobody knows
where it comes and where it goes
I know it's everybody's sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life
is in books' written pages
Lived and learned from fools and from sages
You know it's true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good lord will take you away

Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream until your dream comes true
Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream until your dream comes through
Dream On Dream On Dream On
Dream On Dream On
Dream On Dream On

Sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

Sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away......