100 Replies to “Eminem – Sing For The Moment”

  1. I remember when every long car trip I would just play The Eminem Show on looped. Didn't care about how much times I had to hear it, because it never got old. it got gold, not just gold, multi-platinum

  2. this guy isn't a mumble rapper like xx ten whatever his name was, or anyone with "lil" at the start of their "name." he has talent. no weird ass bright hair, no " im rich go kill yourself. " or any mumbling. just talent

  3. its forgivable because there should be more peace less cage and less rage and more monks throwing away weapons of n.r.a and more amendments to thomas jefferson age

  4. this is why I still listen to the rap battles of cirefusious still in the love of the liz visious but not because i'm far twisted but i have enlisted to become less addicted and more milk and honey because buzz buzz was hurt by money.

  5. 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 fucking dad walking out

    Cause he hates him so bad that he, blocks him out

    If he ever saw him again he'd 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, doo-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 lets his emotions go Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it)

    Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)

    Sing it with me, just for today

    Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away Entertainment is changing, intertwining with gangsters

    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 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 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 their kids been listening to me religiously

    So I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me

    They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me

    If I'm such a fucking menace this shit doesn't make sense B

    It's all political, if my music is literal

    Then 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

    Sing 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 today

    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 up for you and cock it too?

    Well if it can, and 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 'bout us toting pistols

    And they wanna get one cause, they think the shit's cool

    Not knowing we really just protecting ourselves

    We entertainers, of course the shit's affecting 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 fucking thing that we wanted

    That's 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 they walls all day long

    Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs

    Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives

    So they sit and they cry at night wishing they'd die

    'til 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

    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 Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it)

    Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)

    Sing it with me, just for today

    Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

    Sing with me, sing for the year (sing it)

    Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Come on!)

    Sing it with me, just for today

    Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away

  6. When I was in junior high school I was very happy to hear this song is an encouragement to my life I want to meet with him namely Eminem

  7. For anyone that has ever been through shit In they lives till they sit and they cry at night wishing they died till they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe with nothing to you but we still see that shit in they eyes

  8. I am not even a rap fan but his guy is a total legend and seeing him nowadays a lot more centered makes me happy for him.

  9. Its almost sad to see that rap jas turned from tupac to Eminem who are the two greatest then you got people like lil pump and other losers

  10. 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
    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…

    (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
    Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
    Sing it with me, it's just for today
    Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

    Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters
    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 motherfucker 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 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 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' CDs 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…

    (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
    Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!)
    Sing it with me, it's just for today
    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 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 their 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 their 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…

    Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
    Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
    Sing it with me, it's just for today
    Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

    Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
    Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
    Sing it with me, it's just for today
    Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

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  11. Eminem had to force himself to make this career so he could raise his daughter. Salute to him cuz he fights for what he loves and it turns out best rapper alive in this generation

  12. Music it it conveys a entropy of potential with which style trends to a softer or invigorating at point before attention to detail + 1

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