[Verse 1] [诗歌1 ]

These ideas are nightmares to white parents 这些想法都是噩梦白人父母

Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings 谁最担心的是孩子染过的头发，谁喜欢耳环

Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing 就像无论他们怎么说没有关系，它是在一所房子，让没有脏话太吓人了

To see him walking around with his headphones blaring 看他走来走去，他的耳机高音

Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care 独自一人在自己的区域，寒冷和他不在乎

He's a problem child 他是一个孩子的问题

What bothers him all comes out, when he talks about 是什么困扰了他所有的出来，当他谈论

His fuckin' dad walkin' out 他该死的父亲走着出来

'Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out 因为他只是恨他如此糟糕，他阻止他出去

If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out 如果他再见到他时，他很可能击倒他

His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back 他的想法是重击，他的疯狂让他说回来

Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap 谈黑，从摇滚和说唱洗脑

He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap 他突降他的裤子，这样做，破布和绒线帽

His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose 他的继父打他，让他狠狠他回来，并打破了他的鼻子

His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions go... 他的房子是一个破碎的家庭，也没有控制，他只是让自己的情绪去...

   

[Chorus] [合唱]

(C'mon), sing with me, (sing), sing for the years （来吧） ，跟我一起唱， （唱） ，唱作年

(Sing it), sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, (c'mon) （唱吧） ，唱作欢笑，唱歌的泪水， （来吧）

Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord'll take you away... 和我一起唱吧，就在今天，也许明天Lordll把你带走......

   

[Verse 2] [诗歌2]

Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters 娱乐表演起了变化“ ， intertwinin ”与黑帮

In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum 在杀手的土地上，一个罪人的心灵是一个圣地

Holy or unholy, only have one homie 神圣或邪恶，只有一个亲密

Only this gun, lonely 'cause don't anyone know me 只有这把枪，孤独因为不人认识我

Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great 然而，每个人都认为他们可以联系，我猜的话是一个混蛋，他们可以是伟大的

Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate 或者，他们可能会降低，甚至更糟糕的，他们可以教恨

It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make 这就像这些孩子们挂在每一个报表，我们做

Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum 就像他们崇拜我们，再加上所有的商店出货美国铂金

Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen 现在怎么他妈的做这个变态发生

From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' 从“在角落和门廊只是说唱 standin

To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass 要就吃了大财，没有更多的亲吻屁股

But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you 但这些批评者钉在十字架上，记者尝试刻录你

Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you 风扇打开你的律师都希望有一个转弯处，你

To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad 为了让他们的每一分钱，你有手，他们要你每一次失去你的心，你疯了

So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon 因此，他们可以尝试让你出去看起来像一个松散的大炮

Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns 如有任何争议会毫不犹豫地出示手枪

That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly 这就是为什么这些检察官想我定罪，严格只是为了让我离开这些街道迅速

But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me 而他们的孩子是listenin 给我虔诚，所以我签到“的CD ，而警用指纹我

They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me 他们对法官的女儿，但他的斗气是对我

If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete 如果我是个该死的威胁，这一切，就没有意义了皮特

It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl 这是所有政治，如果我的音乐是文字，而我是一个罪犯，他妈的我怎么能养的小女孩

I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you... 我不能，我也不会适合，你是充满了狗屎太多，格雷拉，这是一个拳头击中你...

   

[CHORUS] [合唱]

   

[Verse 3] [诗歌3 ]

They say music can alter moods and talk to you 他们说，音乐可以改变心情和你说话

Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too 以及可以将其装入枪了你，和公鸡太

Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude 那么，如果可以的话，那么下一次你攻击一个花花公子

Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued 只要告诉法官是我的错，我会被起诉

See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols 看看这些孩子做的是知道我们的totin “手枪

And they want to get one 'cause they think the shit's cool 他们想要得到一个人的原因，他们认为狗屎的清凉

Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers 不深深地知道我们真的只是保护管理自己，我们的艺人

Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus 当然，狗屎的affectin “我们的销售，你不学无术

But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail 但音乐是自我反思，我们只是解释它，然后我们得到我们在检查邮件

It's fucked up ain't it 它搞砸了是吧

How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted 我们如何可以来自几乎没有什么能有什么该死的事情，我们希望

That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing 这就是为什么我们唱的这些孩子，谁没有一件事

Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine 除了一个梦想，他妈的说唱杂志

Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long 谁张贴迷人的照片，整天在墙上

Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs 崇拜他们最喜欢的说唱歌手，知道他们的所有歌曲

Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives 或任何人谁是有史以来经历过的屎在他们的生活

Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die 直到他们坐下，他们在晚上许愿哭泣，他们会死

Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe 直到他们扔在一个说唱纪录，他们坐，他们盛传

We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes 我们什么也没给你，但我们是他妈的在他们眼里狗屎

That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it 这就是为什么我们抓紧时间试图冻结，并拥有它，挤它，持有它

'Cause we consider these minutes golden 因为我们认为这些分金

And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone 也许他们会承认这一点，当我们走了

Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can... 只要让我们的精神活下去，通过我们的歌词，你在我们听到的歌曲，我们可以...

   

[CHORUS X2] [合唱x ]