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

Don't wanna be statistic
(No matter what obstacles our way)
(No matter how much 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)
Don't wanna be another
statistic, my, uh

Martin Luther King had a and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a
why them youngin's unattainable as a youth
And fuck the 'cause they trying to disguise truth
I my prayers out to mankind
Not enough but too many crimes
Pay attention as a gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so they keep a
Lord bless em' got me stressin' while I'm mine
See in the hood think you won't amount to nothing
Funny, I made a 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 wanna be statistic
(Whats all the we been through 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 burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so
I keep on defeat the demons in every sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya' some aren't
Some friends aren't friends, they need some detergent
So many tragedies the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just trying to become a 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 could barely
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 be another statistic
(The pain, the hunger the struggle, will never go
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
Don't wanna be statistic
statistic
Don't be another statistic