Sing for The Moment, 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 f--king' thing that we wanted

That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing

Except for a dream, and a f--king' 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 f--king' 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...