Luyện nghe bài hát Another Statistic

statistic, nah
Uh I just wanna in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold compliment the mula' much
Rather see me crucified, police are the
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, this nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, kids on their way
Dyin' they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Trayvon Martin I'm in my
Another innocent brother who met a bully
Man this world is fucked up
Hard times, tough
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 how much they're trying to keep us down)
(Nothing should stop us being victorious)
(We fight)
Don't be another statistic
(We never give 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 King had a and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's unattainable as a
And fuck the 'cause they trying to disguise truth
I my prayers out to mankind
Not graduations but too many crimes
Pay attention as a gotta peep the signs
Feeling a book is corny so they keep a nine
Lord bless em' got me stressin' while I'm raising
See in the hood people you won't amount to nothing
Funny, I made a out of 10 cents (Word)
Don't be another statistic (Preach)

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

Uh, niggas getting murdered with burners few in the
Jot it in my journal why killers are so
I on preachin' defeat the demons in every sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya' aren't worthy
Some aren't friends, they dirty need some detergent
So many tragedies around the world, I'm praying
I'm trying to become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinning just have
we killing our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by some thrill
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 another
(The pain, the hunger the struggle, will never go
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
wanna be another statistic
Another
Don't be another statistic