Published: 2010-05-25 15:30 Selection chords: Sofia Davis
Tonality
Intro: FmD#C#D#
Verse:
FmD#
These ideas are, nightmares to white parents
C#D#
Whose worst fear is a child
D#
With dyed hair and who likes earrings
FmG
Like whatever they say has no bearing
G#A#
Itʼs so scary in a house that allows, no swearing
FmD#
To see him walkin around with his headphones blaring
C#D#
Alone in his own zone, cold and he donʼt care
FmG
Heʼs a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
G#A#
When he talks about, his fuckin dad walkin out
FmD#
Cause he just hates him so bad that he, blocks him out
C#D#
If he ever saw him again heʼd probably knock him out
FmG
His thoughts are whacked, heʼs mad so heʼs talkin back
G#A#
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
FmD#
He sags his pants; doo rags and a stockin cap
C#D#
His step-father hit him so he, socked him back
FmG
And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
G#A#
Thereʼs no control, he just letʼs his emotions go
Chorus:
Fm
Cʼmon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D#
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C#D#
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Cʼmon!)
FmG
Sing it with me, Just for today
C#D#C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
Verse:
FmD#
Entertainment is changin, intertwinin with gangsters
C#D#
In the land of the killers a sinnerʼs mind is a sanctum
FmG
Holy or unnholy, only have one homie
G#A#
Only this gun - lonely cause donʼt anyone know me
FmD#
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
C#D#
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
FmG
Or they can degrate; or even worse, they can teach hate
G#A#
Itʼs like these kids hang on every single statement we make
FmD#
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
C#D#
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
FmG
From standin on corners and porches just rappin
G#A#
To havin a fortune, no more kissin ass
FmD#
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
C#D#
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
FmG
To get they hands on every dime you have
G#A#
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
FmD#
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
C#D#
Any dispute wonʼt hesitate to produce handguns
FmG
Thatʼs why these prosecutors wanna convict me
G#A#
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
FmD#
But all they kids be listenin to me religiously
C#D#
So Iʼm signin CDʼs while police fingerprint me
FmG
Theyʼre for the judgeʼs daughter but his grudge is against me
G#A#
If Iʼm such a fuckin menace this shit doesnʼt make sense B!
FmD#
Itʼs all political, if my music is literal
C#D#
And Iʼm a criminal how the FUCK can I raise a little girl?
FmG
I couldnʼt; I wouldnʼt be fit to
G#A#
Youʼre full of shit too Guerrera - that was a FIST that hit you!
Chorus:
Fm
Cʼmon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D#
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C#D#
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Cʼmon!)
FmG
Sing it with me, Just for today
C#D#C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
Verse:
FmD#
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?
FmG
Well if it can, and the next time you assault a dude
G#A#
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and Iʼll get sued
FmD#
See what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols
C#D#
and they want to get one cause, they think the shitʼs cool
FmG
Not knowin we really just protectin ourselves
G#A#
We entertainers, of course the shitʼs affectin our sales
FmD#
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
C#D#
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
FmG
Itʼs fucked up ainʼt it? How we can come from practically nothin
G#A#
to bein able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted
FmD#
Thatʼs why we, sing for these kids who donʼt have a thing
C#D#
Except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine
FmG
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
G#A#
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
FmD#
Or for anyone whoʼs ever been through shit in they lives
C#D#
ʼTil they sit and they cry at night wishin theyʼd die
FmG
ʼTil they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
G#A#
Weʼre nothin to you - but weʼre the fuckin shit in they eyes
FmD#
Thatʼs 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
FmG
And maybe theyʼll admit it when weʼre gone, just let our spirits
G#A#
Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...
Chorus:
Fm
Cʼmon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D#
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C#D#
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Cʼmon!)
FmG
Sing it with me, Just for today
C#D#C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
Fm
Cʼmon! Sing with me (Sing!)
D#
Sing for the year (Sing it)
C#D#
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear (Cʼmon!)
FmG
Sing it with me, Just for today
C#D#C
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away...
Outro: FmD#C#D#FmGG#A#FmD#C#D#FmGG#A#B
