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
bearin'
Its
so
scary
in
a
house
that
allows
no
swearin'
To
see
him
walkin'
around
with
his
headphones
blarin'
Alone
in
his
own
zone
cold
and
he
don't
care
He's
a
problem
child
what
bothers
him
all
comes
out
When
he
talks
about
his
fuckin'
dad
walkin'
out
'Cos
he
hates
him
so
bad
that
he
blocks
him
out
But
if
he
ever
saw
him
again
he'd
probably
knock
him
out
His
thoughts
are
whacked
he's
mad
so
he's
talkin'
back
Talkin'
black
brainwashed
from
rock
and
rap
He
sags
his
pants
two
rags
and
a
stockin'
cap
His
step
father
hit
him
so
he
socked
him
back
And
broke
his
nose
this
house
is
a
broken
home
There's
no
control
he
just
lets
his
emotions
go
(C'mon)
Sing
with
me
(Sing)
Sing
for
the
year
(Sing)
Sing
for
the
laughter
Sing
for
the
tear
(C'mon)
Sing
with
me
just
for
today
Maybe
tomorrow
the
good
Lord
will
take
you
away
Entertainment
is
danger
intertwine
it
with
gangsters
In
the
land
of
the
killers
a
sinner's
mind
is
a
sanctum
Only
you're
unholy
only
have
one
homey
Only
this
gun
lonely
'cuz
don't
anyone
know
me
But
everybody
just
feels
like
they
can
relate
I
guess
words
are
a
motherfucker
they
can
be
great
Or
they
can
be
great
or
even
worse
they
can
teach
hate
Its
like
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
attorney's
all
gonna
turn
it
to
To
get
their
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
canon
You
need
to
spew
don't
hesitate
to
produce
air
guns
Thats
why
these
prosecutors
wanna
convict
me
Swiftly
just
to
get
me
off
these
streets
quickly
But
all
their
kids
been
listen
to
me
religiously
So
I'm
signin'
cds
while
police
fingerprint
me
They're
for
the
judges
daughter
but
his
grudge
is
against
me
If
I'm
such
a
fuckin'
menace
this
shit
doesn't
make
sense,
Pete
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)
Sing
for
the
year
(Sing)
Sing
for
the
laughter
Sing
for
the
tear
(C'mon)
Sing
with
me
just
for
today
Maybe
tomorrow
the
good
Lord
will
take
you
away
They
say
music
can
alter
moods
and
talk
to
you
But
can
it
load
a
gun
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
'cos
they
think
the
shit's
cool
Not
knowin'
we're
really
just
protectin'
ourselves
We're
entertainers
of
course
this
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
nothin'
To
bein'
able
to
have
any
fuckin'
thing
that
we
wanted
It's
why
we
sing
for
these
kids
that
don't
have
a
thing
Except
for
a
dream
and
a
fuckin'
rap
magazine
Who
post
pinup
pictures
on
their
walls
all
day
long
Idolize
their
favorite
rappers
and
know
all
they
songs
Or
for
anyone
who's
ever
been
through
shit
in
they
lives
So
they
sit
and
they
cry
at
night
wishin'
they
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
their
eyes
That's
why
we
seize
the
moment
and
try
to
freeze
it
and
own
it
Squeeze
it
and
hold
it
'cos
we
consider
these
minutes
golden
And
maybe
they'll
admit
it
when
we're
gone
Just
let
our
spirits
live
on
through
out
lyrics
that
you
hear
in
our
songs
And
we
can
Sing
with
me
(Sing)
Sing
for
the
year
(Sing)
Sing
for
the
laughter
Sing
for
the
tear
(C'mon)
Sing
with
me
just
for
today
Maybe
tomorrow
the
good
Lord
will
take
you
away
Sing
with
me
(Sing)
Sing
for
the
year
(Sing)
Sing
for
the
laughter
Sing
for
the
tear
(C'mon)
Sing
with
me
just
for
today
Maybe
tomorrow
the
good
Lord
will
take
you
away