Luyện nghe bài hát Another Statistic

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

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

Martin Luther had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's unattainable as a
And fuck the 'cause they trying to disguise truth
I send my prayers out to
Not enough but too many crimes
Pay attention as a parent gotta the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so keep a nine
bless em' got me stressin' while I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you won't amount to
Funny, I a million out of 10 cents (Word)
Don't wanna be another (Preach)

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

Uh, niggas getting murdered with burners few in the
Jot it in my why killers are so determined
I keep on preachin' the demons in every sermon
Just the people that meet and greet ya' some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty need some
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 just have mercy
While we killing our own
Boston Massachusetts by some thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, many perished I barely witness
Don't wanna be another (pray)

(From the of the streets)
(To the of the ghetto)
(Owe us our cries)
(Hear our cry!)
Don't wanna be statistic
(The pain, the hunger the struggle, will go unnoticed
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
Don't wanna be another
Another
Don't wanna be statistic