[Intro: Point Game]
Point Game and yes
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Just give me a moment of silence
(Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Give me a moment of silence, I'm hoping this rhyme gets 'em
Open, flowin' instead of quoting the violence
The Glock, nines, and hood tales bother me, but it's probably
All this misogyny that's got my mind corrupted
The rappers name themselves, glorify crime, and love it
Get tried for that crime and hate the bias and the judgment
A black man used to fight for life and strive for brotherhood
But now it's life or life-in-bullet if he reps another hood
A two-tiered society, I'm lyin' if I write the beats
That don't express, they call me Uncle Tom cause I don't like the beef
They throw a fist up, and screaming "Black Power!"
In the same hour, strays flying, souls get devoured
A lot of clichés, that made people these days
Feel complete and live they life for nothin' but the B-way[?]
Just give me a silent moment, sober, focused
Not feeling hopeless, I want it
[Hook]
I can't bump the radio and I can't read the paper
Without feeling negative and hatred for my neighbor
Can't watch the news cause it break my spirits
I asked God for a moment of silence, but couldn't hear it
[Verse 2]
I used to write ruthless, just portray the negative in
Music, say "It's all real" in the booth then
Hop out, feeling like I did something foolish
I should've tried harder but my life is excuses
I ain't got a friend I can trust, the last time I did
I still didn't cause I think, corrupts me
I beg God for silence, but soon as I get it (What I do?)
I pop an instrumental track in, and start spittin' (For real)
About how I only need a minute or two
To chill and feel positive when sipping a brew
Now how ironic is that? Hypocrisy is wicked
I down weed but ask you where the chronic is at
Cause the weed make a n***a feel like a brother
Without a worry in the world even though you suffer
Silence, is almost loud enough to hear
'til your high disappears and you still here (Damn)
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
December thirty-first, eleven fifty-nine, Eastern time
Family surrounding me, the girl on my arm fine
For once the year pa**ed and I'm not cryin'
For wasting another year rapping unsigned
So what complaint could I possibly have?
Besides I'm a failure and I'm not in the lab
That the cops got another brother's picture and flash
And his for committing-crime, ignorant a**
I feel like the music is hurtin' our youth
So much pressure when I'm a**erting my words in the booth (Talk to 'em)
Cause they want to hear something they relate to, they hate you
If you ain't cool, or bragging about your Grey Goose
If you act fool, they love you and want to take you
To they boy's house and bump it until they hate you
You never hear it 'til we chillin' six feet
I want my moment alive, hear it with me (Please)
[Hook] x2
[Fade-Out]
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