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statistic, nah
Uh I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far from Lucifer
Not a slave, chains compliment the mula' much
Rather see me crucified, police are the
us up and dig a ditch, this ain't nothin' new to us
Murders happen every day, kids on merry way
Dyin' before they're 21, bullets never had a
God bless Trayvon Martin I'm in my
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 tryna' fulfill my

wanna be another statistic
(No matter obstacles come our way)
(No how much they're trying to keep us down)
(Nothing should us from being victorious)
(We fight)
Don't wanna be another
(We will give up)
(We will never in)
(We shall take it to the top)
(Nobody could us down, I say nobody)
Don't wanna be statistic
statistic, my, uh

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

(We to be a product 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 pain we 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 murdered burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so
I keep on defeat the demons in every sermon
Just watch the people that and greet ya' some aren't worthy
friends aren't friends, they dirty need some detergent
So many around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just trying to become a blessing and a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinning have mercy
we killing our own people
Boston bombed by some thrill seekers
just so tragic, many perished 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, will go unnoticed
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
wanna be another statistic
Another
wanna be another statistic