Testo Another Statistic - Ace Hood
Testo della canzone Another Statistic (Ace Hood), tratta dall'album Trials & Tribulations
Another statistic
Nah
Uh
I just wanna live in God's 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 they merry way
Dyin' 'fore they 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 eight and food stamps, jobs never hired us
I'm just tryna fulfill my wishlist
Don't wanna be another statistic
No matter what obstacles come our way
No matter how much they try to keep us down
Nothin' should stop us from bein' victorious
We shall fight!
Don't wanna be another statistic
We will never give up, we'll never give in
We shall take it to the mountaintop
Nobody can hold us down, I say nobody
Don't wanna be another statistic
Another statistic
Man
Uh
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 youngins untamable as a youth
And fuck the government 'cause they tryna disguise truth
I send my prayers out to mankind
Not enough for graduations but too many crimes
Pay attention as a parent, gotta peep the signs
Feelin' like a book is corny so they keep a nine
Lord bless 'em, got me stressin' while I'm raisin' mine
See in the hood people think you won't amount to nothin'
Funny, I made a million out of ten cents
Word, don't wanna be another statistic
Preach
We refuse to be a passer by in violence
We refuse to be stepped on
We gotta stand for somethin' or we'll fall for anything
Stand up!
Don't wanna be another statistic
With all the pain we been through
It's time, it's time we stand as one
Stand up for one another
We will not lose!
Don't wanna be another statistic
Another statistic
Uh
Niggas gettin' murdered with burners, few in the sternum
Jotted in my journal why killers are so determined
I keep a preacher, defeat the demons in every sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet you, some aren't worthy
Some friends aren't friends, they dirty, need some detergent
So many tragedies 'round the world, I'm prayin' urgent
I'm just tryna become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody's perfect, I'm still sinnin', just have mercy
Why we killin' 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
From the trials in the streets
To the tribulations in the ghetto
No one shall deny our cries
Hear our cries!
Don't wanna be another statistic
The pain, the hunger, the hustle
Shall never go unnoticed
We are the future
The strength, the power of this nation
Don't wanna be another statistic
Another statistic
Don't wanna be another statistic
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Writer(s): Carl E. Mccormick, Antoine Mccolister
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