Another Statistic

[Verse 1]

Another statistic, nah

I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer

Not a slave, gold chains compliment the mula’ much

Rather see me crucified, police are the crucifiers

Shoot us up and dig a ditch, this ain't nothin’ new to us

Murders happen every day, kids on their merry way

Dyin’ before they’re 21, bullets never had a name

God bless Trayvon Martin I’m in my hoodie

Another innocent young brother who met a bully

Man this poor world is fucked up

Hard times, tough luck

Section 80, food stamps, jobs never hired us

I’m just tryna’ fulfill my wishlist

Don't wanna be another statistic

[Hook]

Don’t wanna be another statistic

Don’t wanna be another statistic

Another statistic

[Interlude]

No matter what obstacles come our way

No matter how much they're trying to keep us down

Nothing should stop us from being victorious

We shall fight

We will never give up

We will never give in

We shall take it to the mountain top

Nobody could hold us down, I say nobody

[Verse 2]

Martin Luther King had a dream and my niggas do too

While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit

Reason why them youngin’s untamable as a youth

And fuck the government cause’ they trying to disguise truth

I send my prayers out to mankind

Not enough graduations but too many crimes

Pay attention as a parent gotta peep the signs

Feeling like a book is corny so they keep a nine

Lord bless em’ got me stressin’ while I’m raising mine

See in the hood people think you won’t amount to nothing

Funny, I made a million out of 10 cents

Don’t wanna be another statistic (preach)

[Hook]

Don’t wanna be another statistic

Don’t wanna be another statistic

Another statistic

[Interlude]

We refuse to be apart of divine violence

We refuse to be stepped on

We gotta stand for something

We don't fall for anything, stand up

Whats all the pain you been through?

It's time, It's time to stand as one

Stand up for one another

We will not lose

[Verse 3]

Niggas getting murdered with burners few in the sternum

Jot it in my journal why killers are so determined

I keep on preachin’ defeat the demons in every sermon

Just watch the people that meet and greet ya’

Some aren’t worthy

Some friends aren’t friends, they dirty need some detergent

So many tragedies around the world, I’m praying urgent

I’m just trying to become a blessing and serve a purpose

Nobody’s perfect, I’m still sinning just have mercy

While we killing our own people

Boston Massachusetts bombed by some thrill seekers

It’s just so tragic, many perished I could barely witness

Don’t wanna be another statistic (pray)

[Hook]

Don’t wanna be another statistic

Don’t wanna be another statistic

Another statistic