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statistic, nah
Uh I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far from Lucifer
Not a slave, chains compliment the mula' much
see me crucified, police are the crucifers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, this ain't new to us
Murders happen day, kids on their merry way
Dyin' they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Trayvon I'm in my hoodie
Another innocent young brother who met a
Man this poor is fucked up
Hard times, tough
Section 80, food stamps, jobs hired us
I'm just fulfill my wishlist

wanna be another statistic
(No matter obstacles come our way)
(No matter how much they're trying to us down)
(Nothing should stop us being victorious)
(We fight)
wanna be another statistic
(We never give up)
(We never give in)
(We shall take it to the 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
why them youngin's unattainable as a youth
And fuck the government 'cause they trying to truth
I my prayers out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too crimes
Pay attention as a parent gotta the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so they keep a
Lord bless em' got me while I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you won't to nothing
Funny, I made a million out of 10 (Word)
wanna be another statistic (Preach)

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

Uh, getting murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya' aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty some detergent
So many around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just trying to become a blessing and a purpose
perfect, I'm still sinning just have mercy
While we our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by thrill seekers
just so tragic, many perished I could barely witness
Don't wanna be statistic (pray)

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