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statistic, nah
Uh I just wanna live in 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, ain't nothin' new to us
Murders every day, kids on their merry way
Dyin' before 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Trayvon Martin I'm in my
Another innocent young who met a bully
Man poor world is fucked up
Hard times, luck
80, food stamps, jobs never hired us
I'm just fulfill my wishlist

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

Martin Luther King had a dream and my do too
Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin's unattainable as a
And fuck the government 'cause they trying to truth
I send my out to mankind
Not enough but too many crimes
Pay attention as a parent peep the signs
Feeling a book is corny so they keep a nine
Lord bless em' got me stressin' while I'm mine
See in the hood people think you won't to nothing
Funny, I a million out of 10 cents (Word)
Don't wanna be another (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!) Don't 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!)
wanna be another statistic
Another

Uh, niggas getting murdered burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so
I keep on preachin' defeat the in every sermon
Just watch the people meet and greet ya' some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty need detergent
So tragedies around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just trying to become a blessing and a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still just have mercy
While we our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by some 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 statistic
statistic
Don't be another statistic