Luyện nghe bài hát Another Statistic

statistic, nah
Uh I just live in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains compliment the mula'
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' 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
times, tough luck
Section 80, food stamps, never hired us
I'm just tryna' fulfill my

Don't wanna be 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 be another statistic
(We will give up)
(We will give in)
(We shall take it to the top)
(Nobody hold us down, I say nobody)
Don't wanna be another
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 youngin's unattainable as a youth
And the government 'cause they trying to disguise truth
I send my prayers out to
Not enough but too many crimes
Pay attention as a parent peep the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so keep a nine
Lord em' got me stressin' while I'm raising mine
See in the people think you won't amount to nothing
Funny, I a million out of 10 cents (Word)
Don't 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 pain we been its now)
(It's time we as one)
(Stand up for one another, we not lose!)
Don't be another statistic
statistic

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