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

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

Martin Luther had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged 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 graduations but too many
Pay attention as a gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a book is so they keep a nine
Lord em' got me stressin' while I'm raising mine
See in the hood people think you won't amount to
Funny, I made a million out of 10 (Word)
Don't wanna be statistic (Preach)

(We to be a product 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 pain we through its now)
(It's time we as one)
(Stand up for one another, we not lose!)
Don't wanna be statistic
Another

Uh, niggas murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why are so determined
I keep on preachin' defeat the demons in sermon
Just the people that meet and greet ya' some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty some detergent
So many around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm just to become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinning have mercy
we killing our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, many perished I 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 go unnoticed
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
Don't wanna be statistic
statistic
Don't be another statistic