Sing for the moment
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
这些观念对于白人父母来说无异于噩梦
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
他们最怕的就是有一个染着发并喜欢佩带耳环的孩子
Like whatever they say has no bearing
就像他们的言传身教对他不起作用一样
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
身于一个不允许说脏话的家庭真是可怕
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
只见他戴着耳机到处走
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
他孑然一身,遭到冷遇,他不在乎
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out When he talks about his f##kin' dad walkin' out
他是个问题儿童,当谈到他那该死的出走的父亲时,他不吐不快
'cuz he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
因为他恨他恨到不愿想起他
But if he ever saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
但是如果让他再撞到他,他很可能会将他打翻在地
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
他的想法很疯狂,他怒火中烧,所以他开始反击
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
开始说唱,他被摇滚与说唱洗脑
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
他全身都是嘻哈的打扮,穿着宽松的的裤子,围着头巾,戴着绒线帽
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
他的继父打了他,他便狠狠地回击
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
打断了他的鼻梁,这是个破碎的家庭
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
没有约束,他率性而为 Come on... 来吧...
Sing with me, sing for the year
与我同唱,歌唱那一年
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
歌唱欢笑,歌唱泪水
Sing with me, just for today
与我同唱,歌唱此刻
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
可能明天,仁慈的主就会带走你
Entertainment is changin', intertwine it with gangsters
娱乐界变了,它与黑帮勾结
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
在一个满是杀手的国度,人们崇拜罪人
Holy or unholy, only have one homey
要么圣洁要么罪恶,我只有一个朋友
Only this gun, lonely, 'cuz don't anyone know me
那就是这把枪,孤独,因为没人了解我
But everybody just feels like they can relate
可是每个人都认为他们能理解
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
文字真是很混帐,有时可以很棒
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
有时却会引人堕落,甚至会教人记恨
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
孩子们会牢记我们(指RAPPER们)说的每一句话
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
他们崇拜我们,我们的唱片卖到白金销量
Now how the f##k did this metamorphasis happen?
怎么TMD会发生这种蜕变呢?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
从街头和门厅前的说唱小子
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
到大红大紫,不用再拍人马屁
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
但是然后这些批评家又来抨击你,记者们恨不得要毁了你
Fans turn on you, attorneys all wan' a turn at you
歌迷们倒戈相向,律师们让你心惊
To get their hands on every dime you have
他们想染指你的每一分钱
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
每次你一生气,他们都希望你会因此发疯
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
这样他们就可以将你描述成一个大炮(意为举止无法预料的名人)
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
他们毫不迟疑的说你携带手枪
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
这就是为什么那些律师要严厉地控告我
strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
只是想尽快将我赶离那些街道
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
但是他们的孩子还是会一直虔诚的听着我们的音乐
So I'm signing CDs while police fingerprint me
所以我一边给CD签名,一边还要按指纹
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me CD
是签给法官的女儿,但是他却恨我入骨
If I'm such a f##kin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
如果我TMD是个威胁,PETE,这一切就太荒谬了
It's all political, if my music is literal and I'm a criminal,
这一切全是因为政治,如果我在音乐里所说的属实,并且我是个罪犯的话
How the f##k can I raise a little girl?
我TMD还怎么去抚养我的小女儿
I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to
我不能也不适合
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! Guerrera,
你谎话连篇,袭击你的只是我的拳头而已
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
他们说音乐能改变人的心智，能传达信息
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
但是它能将枪上膛，并扣动扳机
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
好啊，如果它可以的话，下次你袭击了一个家伙
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued
尽管告诉法官那是我的错，然后便等着我被起诉吧
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
看看孩子们会怎么样呢，那就是听说我携带枪支
And they want to get one, 'cuz they think the shit's cool
然后他们也想要一把，因为他们认为这样东西很COOL
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
但是他们却并不知道我们只是出于自卫
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
作为艺人，这样的事当然会影响到我们的销量
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
真是无知．音乐能反映一个人
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
我们刚这么说，然后就收到法院的传单
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
这很荒谬，不是吗？
To bein' able to have any f##kin' thing that we wanted
我们是如何从一无所有到要什么有什么呢？
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
这就是我为什么要为那些除了梦想和一本说唱杂志之外什么都没有的孩子唱歌的原因
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
他们老是往墙上贴些招贴画
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all they songs
崇拜着他们最喜欢的RAPPER并熟悉他们的每一首歌
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
或是为那些生活中有过不幸经历的人们歌唱
they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
他们会在夜深的时候哭泣，希望一死了之
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
直到他们找到一张说唱唱片作为支柱，然后他们开始欣赏音乐
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
对于你们，我们什么都不是，但是在他们眼里，我们就是最棒的
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
所以我们要抓住那个时刻，尽力拥有它
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cuz we consider these minutes golden
抓牢他，因为我们认为那样的时刻很宝贵
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
可能等我们都死去的时候，他们才会才会承认这一点
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
我们的精神是不朽的，你们会通过我们歌曲中的歌词明白这一点
And we can
我们便可以