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statistic, nah
Uh I just live in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains compliment the much
see me crucified, police are the crucifers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, this nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, kids on merry way
before they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Trayvon Martin I'm in my
innocent young brother who met a bully
Man this poor world is up
times, tough luck
Section 80, food stamps, jobs never us
I'm just 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 us from being victorious)
(We fight)
Don't be another statistic
(We will give up)
(We will never in)
(We shall take it to the top)
(Nobody hold us down, I say nobody)
Don't be another statistic
statistic, my, uh

Martin Luther King had a and my niggas do too
Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's as a youth
And fuck the government 'cause they trying to truth
I my prayers out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too crimes
Pay attention as a parent gotta the signs
Feeling like a book is so they keep a nine
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 million out of 10 (Word)
Don't 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!) wanna be another 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 few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why are so determined
I keep on preachin' defeat the in every sermon
Just watch the people that meet and ya' some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty need some
So many tragedies around the world, I'm urgent
I'm just trying to become a blessing and serve a
perfect, I'm still sinning just have mercy
While we killing our own
Boston bombed by some thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, 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 wanna be statistic
(The pain, the hunger the struggle, will never go
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
Don't wanna be another
Another
Don't wanna be another