Sing For The Moment

[Intro]
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Dm7b5 Db(b5) Fm

[Verse 1]
Fm                   Eb
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
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Whose worst fear is a child with dyed  hair and who likes
earrings
Fm                   Eb/G
  Like whatever they say has no bearing
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It's so  scary in a house that allows no swearing
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To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
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Alone in his own zone, cold  and he don't care,
he's
     Fm
A problem child,
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and what bothers him all comes out
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When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out
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'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
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If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
             Fm
His thoughts are wacked,
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he's mad so he's talkin' back
    Ab
Talkin' black,
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brainwashed from rock and rap
        Fm
He sags his pants,
             Eb
dorags and a stockin' cap
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His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
          Fm
And broke his nose,
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his house is a broken home
           Ab
There's no control,
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he just lets his emotions go

[Chorus]
          Fm
(Come on!)  Sing with me,
Eb
sing for the year
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Sing for the laughter and sing  for the tear
Fm                      Eb/G
  Sing it with me, it's just for today
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Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
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[Verse 2]
Fm
Entertainment is changin',
Eb
intertwinin' with gangsters
Db
In the land of the killers,
  Eb
a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Fm              Eb/G
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Ab
Only this gun,
              Bbm
lonely 'cause don't anyone know me
Fm                            Eb
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
        Db
I guess words are a motherfucker,
Eb
they can be great
            Fm
Or they can degrade, or even worse,
Eb/G
they can teach hate
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It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
          Fm
Like they worship us,
                   Eb
plus all the stores  ship us platinum
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Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
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From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
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To havin' a fortune,
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no more   kissin' ass
               Fm
But then these critics crucify you,
Eb
journalists try to burn you
Db
Fans turn on you,
     Eb
attorneys all want a turn at you
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To get their hands on every dime you have
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They want  you to lose your mind every time you mad
            Fm                          Eb
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
 Db                       Eb
Any dispute won't hesitate  to produce handguns
Fm                             Eb/G
  That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
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Strictly just to get me off   of these streets quickly
    Fm                             Eb
But all their kids be listenin' to me religiously
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So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
        Fm
They're for the judge's daughter,
        Eb/G
but his grudge is against me
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If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense,
B
Fm
  It's all political,
Eb
if my music is literal
    Db
And I'm a criminal,
        Eb
how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
Fm                          Eb/G
  I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
               Ab
You're full of shit too, Guerrera,
Bbm
that was a fist that hit you!

[Chorus]
Fm              Eb
  Sing with me, sing for the year
Db                            Eb
Sing for the laughter and sing  for the tear
Fm                      Eb/G
  Sing it with me, it's just for today
Ab                 Bbm                         C Db C Db C Db C Db
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
C Db C Db C Db
C     Db    Fm                      Eb
 They say music can alter moods and talk to you

[Verse 3]
Well,
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can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
            Fm
Well, if it can,
                         Eb/G
then the next time you assault a dude
              Ab                        Bbm
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See,
           Fm                    Eb
what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
Db                     Eb
And they wanna get one 'cause they think the shit's cool
Fm                            Eb/G
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
        Ab
We entertainers,
                       Bbm
of course the shit's affectin' our sales
        Fm
You ignoramus,
               Eb
but music is reflection of self
          Db
We just explain it,
                    Eb
and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up,
Fm                             Eb/G
ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin'
         Ab                       Bbm
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
             Fm                              Eb
That's why we  sing for these kids who don't have a thing
           Db                        Eb
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine
         Fm                            Eb/G
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
   Ab                                   Bbm
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
       Fm                             Eb
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
        Db
So they sit and they cry at night,
Eb
wishin' they'd die
          Fm                             Eb/G
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
              Ab
We're nothin' to you,
                      Bbm
but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
             Fm
That's why we  seize the moment,
       Eb
try to freeze it and own it
           Db                             Eb
Squeeze it and hold it 'cause we consider these minutes
golden
    Fm
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone,
Eb/G
just let our spirits
     Ab                             Bbm
Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs,
and we can…

[Chorus]
Fm              Eb
  Sing with me, sing for the year
Db                            Eb
Sing for the laughter and sing  for the tear
Fm                      Eb/G
  Sing it with me, it's just for today
Ab                 Bbm                         C Db C Db C Db C Db
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
C Db C Db C Db C Db
Fm              Eb
  Sing with me, sing for the year
Db                            Eb
Sing for the laughter and sing  for the tear
Fm                      Eb/G
  Sing it with me, it's just for today
Ab                 Bbm                         C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

[Solo]
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C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db C Db

[Fade-Out]
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