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

Don't be another statistic
(No matter obstacles come our way)
(No matter how much trying to keep us down)
(Nothing should stop us 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 Luther had a dream and my niggas do too
Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them 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 parent gotta the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so they keep a
bless em' got me stressin' while I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you won't 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 for something, or we'll fall for anything)
(Stand up!) wanna 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 statistic
Another

Uh, getting murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in every
Just watch the people that and greet ya' some aren't worthy
Some aren't friends, they dirty need some detergent
So many tragedies the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm trying to become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm sinning just have mercy
While we our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by some thrill
It's just so tragic, many I could barely witness
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 wanna be another
(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