Sing For The Moment Eminem

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 sinners mind is a sanctum

Holy or unholy, only have one homie

Only this gun, lonely cause dont 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

Its like these kids hang on every single statement we make

Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum

Now how the f- 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 wont hesitate to produce handguns

Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me

Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly