Chords
[Intro]
Fm Cm [Dm7b5] Db(b5) Fm Fm Cm
[Dm7b5] Db(b5) Fm
[Verse 1]
FmThese ideas are nightEbmares to white parents
Whose Dbworst fear is a child with dyedEb hair and who likes earrings
Fm Like whatever they Eb/Gsay has no bearing
It's soAb scary in a house that alBbmlows no swearing
To Fmsee him walkin' around with his Ebheadphones blarin'
DbAlone in his own zone, coldEb and he don't care, he's
A proFmblem child, and what bothers him Eb/Gall comes out
When he talks Ababout his fuckin' dad Bbmwalkin' out
'Cause he Fmhates him so bad that he Ebblocks him out
If he Dbever saw him again he'd probably Ebknock him out
His thoughts Fmare wacked, he's mad so he's Eb/Gtalkin' back
TalkAbin' black, brainwashed from Bbmrock and rap
He sags Fmhis pants, dorags and a Ebstockin' cap
DbHis stepfather hit him so he Ebsocked him back
And broke Fmhis nose, his house is a Eb/Gbroken home
There's no Abcontrol, he just lets his eBbmmotions go
[Chorus]
(Come on!)Fm Sing with me, Ebsing for the year
DbSing for the laughter and singEb for the tear
Fm Sing it with me, it's Eb/Gjust for today
AbMaybe tomorrow the Bbmgood Lord will take you away C Db C Db C Db C Db
C Db C Db C Db C Db
[Verse 2]
FmEntertainment is changin', Ebintertwinin' with gangsters
DbIn the land of the killers, a Ebsinner's mind is a sanctum
FmHoly or unholy, Eb/Gonly have one homie
AbOnly this gun, lonely 'cause Bbmdon't anyone know me
FmYet everybody just feels like Ebthey can relate
I guess Dbwords are a motherfucker, Ebthey can be great
Or they can Fmdegrade, or even worse, Eb/Gthey can teach hate
It's like Abthese kids hang on every single Bbmstatement we make
Like they Fmworship us, plus all the storesEb ship us platinum
Now Dbhow the fuck did this metamorpEbhosis happen?
From Fmstandin' on corners and porEb/Gches just rappin'
To Abhavin' a fortune, no moreBbm kissin' ass
But then these Fmcritics crucify you, Ebjournalists try to burn you
DbFans turn on you, attorEbneys all want a turn at you
To Fmget their hands on every Eb/Gdime you have
They wantAb you to lose your mind every Bbmtime you mad
So they can Fmtry to make you out to look Eblike a loose cannon
ADbny dispute won't hesitateEb to produce handguns
Fm That's why these prosecutors Eb/Gwanna convict me
AbStrictly just to get me offBbm of these streets quickly
But Fmall their kids be listenin' to Ebme religiously
So DbI'm signin' CDs while poEblice fingerprint me
They're Fmfor the judge's daughter, but his Eb/Ggrudge is against me
If I'm Absuch a fuckin' menace, this shit Bbmdoesn't make sense, B
Fm It's all political, Ebif my music is literal
And DbI'm a criminal, how the Ebfuck can I raise a little girl?
Fm I couldn't, I wouldn't be Eb/Gfit to
You're full of Abshit too, Guerrera, Bbmthat was a fist that hit you!
[Chorus]
Fm Sing with me, Ebsing for the year
DbSing for the laughter and singEb for the tear
Fm Sing it with me, it's Eb/Gjust for today
AbMaybe tomorrow the Bbmgood Lord will take you away C Db C Db C Db C Db
C Db C Db C Db C They Dbsay muFmsic can alter moods and Ebtalk to you
[Verse 3]
Well, can it Dbload a gun up for you and Ebcock it too?
Well, if it Fmcan, then the next time you asEb/Gsault a dude
Just tell the Abjudge it was my fault and BbmI'll get sued
See, what these Fmkids do is hear about Ebus totin' pistols
DbAnd they wanna get one Eb'cause they think the shit's cool
FmNot knowin' we really just proEb/Gtectin' ourselves
We enterAbtainers, of course the shit's afBbmfectin' our sales
You ignoFmramus, but music is reEbflection of self
We just exDbplain it, and then we get our Ebchecks in the mail
It's fucked up, Fmain't it? How we can come from Eb/Gpractically nothin'
To bein' Abable to have any fuckin' Bbmthing that we wanted
That's why weFm sing for these kids who don't Ebhave a thing
Except for Dba dream and a fuckin' rap Ebmagazine
Who post Fmpinup pictures on their walls Eb/Gall day long
IdoAblize their favorite rappers and know Bbmall their songs
Or for Fmanyone who's ever been through Ebshit in their lives
So they Dbsit and they cry at night, Ebwishin' they'd die
'Til they Fmthrow on a rap record and they Eb/Gsit and they vibe
We're nothin' Abto you, but we're the fuckin' Bbmshit in their eyes
That's why weFm seize the moment, try to Ebfreeze it and own it
Squeeze it Dband hold it 'cause we consider Ebthese minutes golden
And Fmmaybe they'll admit it when we're gone, Eb/Gjust let our spirits
Live Abon through our lyrics that you Bbmhear in our songs, and we canâ¦
[Chorus]
Fm Sing with me, Ebsing for the year
DbSing for the laughter and singEb for the tear
Fm Sing it with me, it's Eb/Gjust for today
AbMaybe tomorrow the Bbmgood Lord will take you away C Db C Db C Db C Db
C Db C Db C Db C Db
Fm Sing with me, Ebsing for the year
DbSing for the laughter and singEb for the tear
Fm Sing it with me, it's Eb/Gjust for today
AbMaybe tomorrow the Bbmgood Lord will take you away C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db
[Solo]
Fm Eb Db Eb Fm Eb/G Ab Bbm
Fm Eb Db Eb Fm Eb/G Ab Bbm
C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db
[Fade-Out]
Fm Eb Db Eb Fm Eb/G Ab Bbm
Fm Eb Db Eb
