Luyện nghe bài hát Another Statistic

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

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

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

(We refuse to be a of our environment)
(We refuse to be on)
(We gotta stand for something, or we'll for anything)
(Stand up!) Don't wanna be another
(Whats all the pain we through its now)
(It's we stand as one)
(Stand up for one another, we not lose!)
Don't be another statistic
statistic

Uh, niggas murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so
I on preachin' defeat the demons in every sermon
Just watch the people meet and greet ya' some aren't worthy
Some friends friends, they dirty need some detergent
So many around the world, I'm praying urgent
I'm trying to become a blessing and serve a purpose
perfect, I'm still sinning just have mercy
While we killing our own
Boston Massachusetts bombed by thrill seekers
It's just so tragic, many perished I could barely
wanna 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 go unnoticed
(We are future, the strength, the of the nation)
Don't wanna be another
statistic
Don't wanna be statistic