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conversations.value: Write me a song called Sing for the Moment with the following description: This song was the fourth single released from Eminem’s fourth studio album The Eminem Show. It was an international hit, reaching the top 10 in several countries and peaking at #14 in the US in May 2003.
  Eminem interpolates “Dream On” by Aerosmith, and has their guitarist Joe Perry play the guitar solo towards the end of the song. The track also samples its drums from Titanic’s “I See No Reason”.
  While addressing his effect on youth of the world, Em touches on his altercation with bouncer John Guerra (altered in this song as ‘Guerrera’, the Spanish word for ‘female warrior’). Em claims to have punched him not “pistol whipped” him (as Guerra claimed). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Eminem]
  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 walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
  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 (Bitch!)
  'Cause he 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 stockin' cap
  His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
  And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
  There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
  [Chorus: Steven Tyler & 
  Eminem
  ]
  (
  Come on!
  ) Sing with me (
  Sing!
  ), sing for the year (
  Sing it!
  )
  Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (
  Come on!
  )
  Sing it with me, it's just for today
  Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
  [Verse 2: Eminem]
  Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters
  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 (Huh-uh)
  I guess words are a motherfucker, 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 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 (Yep), 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! (Bitch!) [Chorus: Steven Tyler & 
  Eminem
  ]
  (
  Come on!
  ) Sing with me (
  Sing!
  ), sing for the year (
  Sing it!
  )
  Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (
  Sing that shit!
  )
  Sing it with me, it's just for today
  Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  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 wanna 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 fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin'
  To bein' 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 (Ha-ha!)
  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 they lives
  So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die
  'Til 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 ‘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, so we can— [Chorus: Steven Tyler & 
  Eminem
  ]
  Sing with me (
  Sing!
  ), sing for the year (
  Sing it!
  )
  Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (
  Come on!
  )
  Sing it with me, it's just for today
  Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away
  Sing with me (
  Sing!
  ), sing for the year (
  Sing it!
  )
  Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (
  Come on!
  )
  Sing it with me, it's just for today
  Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away