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,

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

cuz 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 wacked, 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 now (Sing!)

Sing for the year (Sing It)

Sing for the laughter

sing for the tear (C'mon!)

Sing it with me now

Just for today

maybe tomorrow

The good Lord will take you away...



Verse 2

Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas,

in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum

holy or unholy, only have one homie, only this gun,

lonely cuz 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