Luyện nghe bài hát Another Statistic

statistic, nah
Uh I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far away Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains the mula' much
see me crucified, police are the crucifers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, ain't nothin' new to us
happen every day, kids on their merry way
Dyin' before they're 21, bullets had a name
God bless Martin I'm in my hoodie
Another young brother who met a bully
Man this poor world is up
times, tough luck
Section 80, food stamps, jobs hired us
I'm just tryna' my wishlist

Don't be another statistic
(No matter what come our way)
(No how much they're trying to keep us down)
(Nothing should stop us from victorious)
(We fight)
Don't wanna be statistic
(We will give up)
(We will give in)
(We shall take it to the top)
(Nobody could us down, I say nobody)
wanna be another statistic
statistic, my, uh

Martin King had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's as a youth
And fuck the government they trying to disguise truth
I send my prayers out to
Not enough graduations but too many
Pay attention as a parent gotta the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so keep a nine
bless em' got me stressin' while I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you amount to nothing
Funny, I a million out of 10 cents (Word)
wanna be another statistic (Preach)

(We refuse to be a of our environment)
(We to be stepped on)
(We gotta stand for something, or 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
statistic

Uh, niggas getting with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya' some aren't
Some aren't friends, they dirty need some detergent
So many tragedies around the world, I'm urgent
I'm just to become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinning just have
we killing our own people
Boston bombed by some thrill seekers
just so tragic, many perished I could barely witness
Don't wanna be 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 go unnoticed
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
Don't be another statistic
statistic
Don't be another statistic