More songs by Eminem
Description
Producer: Eminem
Composer Lyricist, Co Producer: Jeff Bass
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Steve King
Recording Engineer: Marti Frederiksen
Recording Second Engineer: Mike Strange
Drumprogrammer: DJ Head
Other: Aerosmith
Composer Lyricist: Marshall Mathers
Composer Lyricist: Steven Victor Tallarico
Lyrics and translation
Original
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 rocking rap He sags his pants, through rags and a stocking cap His stepfather 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 for the laughter and sing for the tears Sing with me now 'cause we just want to live 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, only '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 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 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 listening to me religiously So I'm signing CDs while police fingerprint me
Thankful the judge is smarter for this 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
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, Carrera, that was a fist that hit you
Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears Sing with me now 'cause we just want to live
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 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 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 'Til they sit and they cry at night, wishing they'd die 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
With 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 for the laughter and sing for the tears Sing with me now 'cause we just want to live Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
Sing with me now 'cause we just want to live Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
English translation
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 rocking rap He sags his pants, through rags and a stocking cap His stepfather 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 for the laughter and sing for the tears Sing with me now 'cause we just want to live 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, only '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 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 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 listening to me religiously So I'm signing CDs while police fingerprint me
Thankful the judge is smarter for this 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
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, Carrera, that was a fist that hit you
Sing with me, sing for the year Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears Sing with me now 'cause we just want to live
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 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 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 'Til they sit and they cry at night, wishing they'd die 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
With 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 for the laughter and sing for the tears Sing with me now 'cause we just want to live Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tears
Sing with me now 'cause we just want to live Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away