Luyện nghe bài hát Another Statistic

statistic, nah
Uh I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold 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 every day, on their merry way
Dyin' they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Martin I'm in my hoodie
Another innocent brother 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 much trying to keep us down)
(Nothing stop us from being victorious)
(We fight)
wanna be another statistic
(We will give 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 King had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why youngin's unattainable as a youth
And fuck the government 'cause trying to disguise truth
I send my out to mankind
Not enough but too many crimes
Pay attention as a gotta 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 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 be another statistic
(Whats all the we been through its now)
(It's time we as one)
(Stand up for one another, we not lose!)
Don't wanna be another
Another

Uh, niggas getting with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why are so determined
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in every
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya' some aren't
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 have mercy
we killing our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by thrill seekers
just so tragic, many perished I could 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 be another statistic
(The pain, the hunger the struggle, never go unnoticed
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
wanna be another statistic
Another
Don't be another statistic