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statistic, nah
Uh I just wanna live in cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains compliment the much
Rather see me crucified, are the crucifers
us up and dig a ditch, this ain't nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, on their merry way
Dyin' before 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Trayvon Martin I'm in my
Another innocent young who met a bully
Man this poor is fucked up
Hard times, luck
Section 80, food stamps, jobs hired us
I'm just tryna' fulfill my

wanna be another statistic
(No matter what come our way)
(No matter how much they're to keep us down)
(Nothing should stop us from victorious)
(We fight)
Don't wanna be another
(We will give up)
(We never give in)
(We shall it to the mountain top)
(Nobody hold us down, I say nobody)
wanna be another statistic
statistic, my, uh

Martin King had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a
Reason why them youngin's as a youth
And fuck the government 'cause they trying to truth
I send my out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too crimes
Pay attention as a gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so keep a nine
Lord bless em' got me while I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you amount to nothing
Funny, I a million out of 10 cents (Word)
wanna be another statistic (Preach)

(We refuse to be a of our environment)
(We to be stepped on)
(We gotta for something, or we'll fall for anything)
(Stand up!) Don't wanna be statistic
(Whats all the we been through its now)
(It's time we as one)
(Stand up for one another, we not lose!)
Don't be another statistic
statistic

Uh, niggas murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my why killers are so determined
I keep on preachin' the demons in every sermon
watch the people that meet and greet ya' some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they need some detergent
So many tragedies around the world, I'm urgent
I'm just trying to become a blessing and serve a
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinning have mercy
While we our own people
Boston bombed by some thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, many I could barely witness
Don't be another statistic (pray)

(From the of the streets)
(To the of the ghetto)
(Owe us our cries)
(Hear our cry!)
wanna be another statistic
(The pain, the hunger the struggle, will never go
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
Don't be another statistic
Another
Don't wanna be statistic