Eminem - Sing for the Moment

These ideas are nightmares for white parents

whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair

and who likes earrings

Like whatever they say has no bearing

it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing

to see him walking around with his headphones blaring

alone in his own zone cold and he don't care

He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out

when he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out

cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out

If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out

His thoughts are wacked he's mad so he's talkin' back

talkin' black brainwashed from rock and rap

He sags his pants do-rags and a stocking cap

his step-father hit him so he socked him back

and broke his nose his house is a broken home.

There's no control he just let's his emotions go...

C'mon! Sing with me now Sing for the year

Sing for the laughter sing for the tear

Sing it with me, just for today maybe tomorrow

the good Lord will take you away...

Entertainment is changin' intertwinin' with gangstas

in the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum

holy or unholy only have one homie, only this gun

lonely cuz don't anyone know me

Yet everybody just feels like they can relate

I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great

or they can degrate or even worse they can teach hate

It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make

like they worship us plus all the stores ship us platinum

now how the Fuck did this metamorphosis happen?

From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'

to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' 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 won't hesitate to produce handguns

That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me

strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly

But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously

so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me

They're for the judge's daughter

But his grudge is against me.

If I'm such a fuckin' menace,

This shit doesn't make sense B

It's all political

If my music is literal

and I'm a criminal

How the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to

You're full of shit too Guerrera That was a fist that hit you!

, sing with me, , sing for the years , sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)

Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...

They say music can alter moods and talk to you

well can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?

Well if it can

Then the next time you assault a dude

just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued

See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols

and they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool

Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves

we entertainers

Of course the shit's affectin' our sales

you ignoramus But music is reflection of self

we just explain it

and then we get our checks in the mail

It's fucked up ain't it?

How we can come from practically nothing

to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted

That's why we sing for these kids

who don't have a thing

except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine

who post pin-up pictures on They walls all day long

Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs

Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives

Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die

Till they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe

We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes

that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it

squeeze it and hold it

cuz we consider these minutes golden

and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone

Just let our spirits live on through our lyrics that

you hear in our songs and we can...

, sing with me, , sing for the years

, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)

Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...

, sing with me, , sing for the years

, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)

Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away...

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Where's the monitor system?

Where's the monitor system?

Huh?

Come on!

Where the fuck is the monitor system?

Where is it, bitch?

In there. In the office.

Go.

Danika?

Danika, are you okay?

Are you alright?

What's wrong with you?

Randy?

Brian?

Lauren?

Surprise!

Happy birthday!

I forgot it was my birthday.

I forgot.

You forgot?

I forgot it was my birthday.

Like the cake?

Oh, I love it!

I made it.

I helped, too.

I got you a scarf, Mommy. It's over there.

Kurt and I got you a gift certificate.

What is it for?

It's a gift certificate to some spa.

Nice. Subtle.

Happy birthday, baby.

I feel lucky.

Who wants cake? Cake!

I do. I do.

Let's get some cake. Will you get up, please?

Why are you so tired? Are you working?

You had a long day. Come on!

How do we begin this?

Why don't you tell me why you're here?

Oh, well. I--

I was referred to you, Dr. Harris.

Evelyn. Please, call me Evelyn.

And I know you were referred.

But why do you think you're here?

I might be going crazy.

You're gonna have to do a really good job convincing me of that, Danika.

Let's start with you telling me something about yourself.

Mmm, excuse me.

How old are you?

I'm 28.

Hmm.

You just seem so young to be a psychiatrist and I--

I-- I was expecting somebody that was older.

I got through school very quickly.

Look, if you would be more comfortable talking to someone older,

that wouldn't hurt my feelings in the slightest. I could recommend a couple--

No, no. No. I mean--

We'll see.

It's alright for me to trust someone.

Oh, you can trust me.

I haven't talked about my feelings in a long time. They're--

bottled up.

Why do you think you're feeling this way?

That's what I'm trusting you to discover.

Evelyn.

Yeah. Yeah, I noticed.

Hey, where did these glasses come from?

Oh!

You okay?

Alright.

No, no, no, no. There's glass all over!

I see it. I have shoes on! My God!

Hey, uhm--

Can I have the car?

Where are you going?

Uh-- You know, I'm gonna have to call you back.

Uhm, to the movies.

With who?

With Myra.

Who's Myra?

Uh, she's just a girl.

I don't know.

I'll finish this. Give me this thing.

So, can I-- So, can I go, please?

I have to ask your father.

Mom, come on. It's just a movie.

You're taking the car with somebody that I don't know.

Gimme a break! Are you--

Randy!

He's in the front yard, Mom.

Ma!

Randy! Ran.

What's up?

Hey. Oh, thank you.

Oh, how precious.

Oh, wish I could take the credit. She's not mine.

Hey!

I'm just the nanny.

Oh. Whose--

The Thomas'. Just down the street.

Yeah. They both work so hard.

Yeah. I used to work, too. But kids really need their parents.

Sure you do a fantastic job for 'em.

Well, I have some errands to do. It was nice to meet you.

You, too. Bye.

She's so adorable.

I just meant that a nanny can't take the place of parents. That's all.