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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, are the crucifers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, this ain't new to us
happen every day, kids on their merry way
Dyin' before they're 21, never had a name
God bless Martin I'm in my hoodie
Another innocent young brother who met a
Man poor world is fucked up
Hard times, tough
Section 80, food stamps, never hired us
I'm just fulfill my wishlist

Don't be another statistic
(No matter what obstacles our way)
(No how much they're trying to keep us down)
(Nothing should stop us being victorious)
(We fight)
Don't wanna be another
(We never give up)
(We never give in)
(We shall take it to the top)
(Nobody hold us down, I say nobody)
Don't wanna be 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 'cause they to disguise truth
I my prayers out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too crimes
Pay as a parent gotta peep the signs
like a book is corny 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 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 for something, or we'll fall for anything)
(Stand up!) Don't be another 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 wanna be statistic
statistic

Uh, niggas getting murdered with few in the sternum
Jot it in my why killers are so determined
I keep on defeat the demons in every sermon
watch the people that meet and greet ya' some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they need some detergent
So tragedies around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just to become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still just have mercy
we killing our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by some 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, will never go
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
Don't wanna be another
statistic
Don't wanna be another