Luyện nghe bài hát Another Statistic

statistic, nah
Uh I just wanna in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains the mula' much
Rather see me crucified, are the crucifers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, ain't nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, kids on merry way
before they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Martin I'm in my hoodie
Another young brother who met a bully
Man poor world is fucked up
times, tough luck
Section 80, stamps, jobs never hired us
I'm just fulfill my wishlist

Don't wanna be statistic
(No matter what obstacles our way)
(No matter how they're trying to keep us down)
(Nothing should stop us from victorious)
(We fight)
Don't wanna be statistic
(We will never up)
(We will never in)
(We take 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 Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them unattainable as a youth
And fuck the 'cause they trying to disguise truth
I my prayers out to mankind
Not graduations but too many crimes
Pay as a parent gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so they a nine
Lord bless em' got me stressin' I'm raising mine
See in the hood think you won't amount to nothing
Funny, I made a million out of 10 (Word)
Don't wanna be another (Preach)

(We to be a product 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 through its now)
(It's time we 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 keep on preachin' 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 seekers
It's just so tragic, perished 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!)
Don't wanna be statistic
(The pain, the hunger the struggle, will never go
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
wanna be another statistic
Another
wanna be another statistic