These ideas are nightmares to 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 fu*kin’ dad walkin’ out
Cause 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 whacked, 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…

[Chorus]
{C’mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
{Sing it}, 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…

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 cause don’t anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
mothafu*ka they can be great
Or they can degrade, 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 fu*k 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 fu*kin’ menace, this shit doesn’t make sense Pete
It’s all political, if my music is literal, and I’m a criminal how the fu*k
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…

[CHORUS]

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 cause 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 fu*ked up ain’t it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fu*kin’
thing that we wanted
That’s why we sing for these kids, who don’t have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fu*kin’ rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their 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 fu*kin’ shit in they eyes
That’s why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
hold it
Cause 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…

[CHORUS X2]

Prevod pesme

Zasad pevaj

Ove ideje su noćne more za bele roditelje
Čija najgora mora je dete ofarbane kose koje voli minđuše
Kao da ništa što kažu ne vredi, to je tako zastrašujuće u jednoj kući u kojoj
nije dozvoljeno psovanje
Da ga vide kako se šeta okolo sa treštećim slušalicama
Samog u sopstvenom svetu, hladnog i nije ga briga
On je problematično dete
A ono što ga tišti, sve izađe na videlo, kad priča o tome
Kako ih je njegov j…i tata napustio
Jer ga toliko mrzi da se pravi da ne postoji
Ako bi ga ikad ponovo sreo, verovatno bi ga nokautirao
Njegove misli su otkačene, on je lud pa odgovara
Priča kao crnja, ispranog mozga od roka i repa
Nosi spuštene pantalone, nosi maramu i štrikanu kapu
Njegov očuh ga je udario, on mu je uzvratio, i nos mu razbio
Njegova kuća je razoreni dom, nema kontrole, on samo daje oduška svojim
emocijama…

[Refren]
{Hajde}, pevaj sa mnom, {pevaj}, pevaj za godine
{Pevaj to}, pevaj za smeh, pevaj za suze, {hajde)
Pevaj sa mnom, samo danas, možda te sutra dobri Bog
uzme…

Zabava se menja, prepliće se sa gangsterima
u zemlji ubica, grešnikov um je svetinja
Svet ili nesvet, imaš samo jednog druga iz komšiluka
Samo ovaj pištolj, usamljen jer me niko zapravo ne zna
A opet, svi misle da mogu da me shvate, izgleda da su reči
zajebane, mogu biti moćne
Ili mogu degradirati, ili, još gore, mržnji te naučiti
Reklo bi se da se ovi klinci kače za svaku našu izjavu
Kao da nas obožavaju, plus – sve radnje prodaju naše CD-e
E sad, je*ote, kako je došlo do te metamorfoze
Od prostog repovanja na ćoškovima i terasama
Do bogatstva, nema više uvlačenja
Ali onda, kritičari te razapinju, novinari pokušavaju da te unište
Obožavatelji se okrenu protiv tebe, advokati, svi bi da te naguze
Da se dočepaju svakog penija koji imaš, oni bi da poludiš
svaki put kad se naljutiš
Da bi mogli da kažu da si izvan kontrole
U slučaju bilo kakvog osporavanja, neće prezati da naprave pištolje
Zato ti tužioci žele da me osude, isključivo da bi me sklonili
sa ovih ulica što pre
Ali sva ta deca me slušaju religiozno, tako da ja potpisujem CD-e dok
policija u mene prst upire
Oni su za sudijinu ćerku ali oni imaju nešto protiv mene
Ako sam ja takva je..a napast, ovo sranje nema smisla
Sve je to politika, ako je moja muzika bukvalna, a ja sam kriminalac, kako koji k…c
mogu da uzgajam jednu malu devojčicu
Ne bih mogao, ne bih bio podoban, i ti stvarno sereš Guerera, to je
bilo prvo što ti je na pamet palo…

[Refren]

Kažu da muzika utiče na raspoloženje i priča ti
Pa, može li ti pištolj napuniti i zapeti ga
E, ako može, onda sledeći put kad napadneš nekog lika
Samo reci sudiji da je to moja krivica i tužiće mene
Vidiš, to što ova deca rade jeste da slušaju o nama kako nosimo pištolje
I oni bi da ih imaju, jer misle da je to sranje kul
Ne znajući da ih mi u stvari samo koristimo za zaštitu, mi zabavljači
Naravno da to sranje utiče na našu prodaju, vi neznalice
Ali muzika je odraz tebe, mi to samo objašnjavamo, a onda nam
stižu čekovi
To je zaje*ano, zar ne
Kako od ničega dospemo tako daleko da možemo da imamo bilo koju j…u
stvar koju poželimo
Zato pevamo za tu decu koja nemaju ništa
Sem sna, i je…og rep časopisa
Koji kače pin-up slike na svoje zidove po čitav dan
Idealizuju svoje omiljene repere i znaju sve njihove pesme
Ili za sve one koji su ikada proživeli neko sranje
Dok ne prosede čitavu noć plačući želeći da umru
Dok ne puste neku rep ploču i sednu, i upijaju
Mi smo za vas ništa, ali smo prava stvar u njihovim očima
Zato mi uživamo u trenutku, pokušamo da ga zaustavimo i zarobimo, stisnemo ga
i držimo ga
Jer nama su ti minuti dragoceni
I možda će i oni to priznati kad nas više ne bude
Samo pustite naše duše da žive, preko naših tekstova koje čujete u našim
pesmama i mi ćemo moći…

[Refren X2]

SpringPrevedene pesmeEminemThese ideas are nightmares to 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...Profesionalni prevodi vaših omiljenih pesama. Translation of Serbian, Croatian, Bosnian, ex-YU lyrics, poems etc. All Eurovision Lyrics