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statistic, nah
Uh I just wanna in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains compliment the mula'
Rather see me crucified, are the crucifers
us up and dig a ditch, this ain't nothin' new to us
Murders every day, kids on their merry way
before they're 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Martin I'm in my hoodie
Another innocent young who met a bully
Man this world is fucked up
times, tough luck
Section 80, food stamps, jobs hired us
I'm just tryna' fulfill my

Don't wanna be another
(No matter what come our way)
(No how much they're trying to keep us down)
(Nothing should stop us from 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)
wanna be another statistic
statistic, my, uh

Martin Luther had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till and killed and gouged like a fruit
why them youngin's unattainable as a youth
And the government 'cause they trying to disguise truth
I send my out to mankind
Not graduations but too many crimes
Pay as a parent gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a book is so they keep a nine
Lord bless em' got me stressin' I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you won't amount to
Funny, I made a out of 10 cents (Word)
wanna be another statistic (Preach)

(We refuse to be a of our environment)
(We refuse to be on)
(We stand for something, or we'll fall for anything)
(Stand up!) wanna be another statistic
(Whats all the we been through its now)
(It's we stand 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 in every sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya' aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty some detergent
So many around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just trying to become a and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinning just have
While we killing our own
Boston Massachusetts bombed by thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, many perished I could 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 be another statistic
(The pain, the hunger the struggle, will never go
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
Don't be another statistic
Another
Don't wanna be another