Point Game - Moment of Silence lyrics

[Intro: Point Game] Point Game and yes Hip-hop game exclusive 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] Point, check it out, baby Hip-Hop game Exclusive Moment of silence There you go Just listen