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Intro: Fm - D# - C# - D# Verse: Fm D# These ideas are, nightmares to white parents C# D# Whose worst fear is a child D# With dyed hair and who likes earrings Fm G Like whatever they say has no bearing G# A# It's so scary in a house that allows, no swearing Fm D# To see him walkin around with his headphones blaring C# D# Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care Fm G He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out G# A# When he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out Fm D# Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out C# D# If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out Fm G His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin back G# A# Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap Fm D# He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap C# D# His step-father hit him so he, socked him back Fm G And broke his nose, his house is a broken home G# A# There's no control, he just let's his emotions go Chorus:

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Fm D# Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters C# D# In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum Fm G Holy or unnholy, only have one homie G# A# Only this gun - lonely cause don't anyone know me Fm D# Yet everybody just feels like they can relate C# D# I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great Fm G Or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate G# A# It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make Fm D# Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum C# D# Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? Fm G From standin on corners and porches just rappin G# A# To havin a fortune, no more kissin ass Fm D# But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you C# D# Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you Fm G To get they hands on every dime you have G# A# They want you to lose your mind every time you mad Fm D# So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon C# D# Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns Fm G That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me G# A# Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly Fm D# But all they kids be listenin to me religiously C# D# So I'm signin CD's while police fingerprint me Fm G They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me G# A# If I'm such a fuckin menace this shit doesn't make sense B! Fm D# It's all political, if my music is literal C# D# And I'm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl? Fm G I couldn't; I wouldn't be fit to G# A# You're full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you! Chorus:

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Fm D# They say music can alter moods and talk to you C# D# Well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? Fm G Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude G# A# Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued Fm D# See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols C# D# and they want to get one cause, they think the shit's cool Fm G Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves G# A# We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin our sales Fm D# You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self C# D# We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail Fm G It's fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin G# A# to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted Fm D# That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing C# D# Except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine Fm G Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long G# A# Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Fm D# Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives C# D# 'Til they sit and they cry at night wishin they'd die Fm G 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe G# A# We're nothin to you - but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes Fm D# That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it C# D# Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden Fm G And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits G# A# Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... Chorus:

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Fm C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!) D# Sing for the year (Sing it) C# D# Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!) Fm G Sing it with me, Just for today C# D# C Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... Fm C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!) D# Sing for the year (Sing it) C# D# Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (C'mon!) Fm G Sing it with me, Just for today C# D# C Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away... Outro: Fm - D# - C# - D# Fm - G - G# - A# Fm - D# - C# - D# Fm - G - G# - A# - B