Ace Hood - Another Statistic lyrics

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

Don’t wanna be another statistic


Don’t wanna be another statistic
Another statistic

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

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)

Don’t wanna be another statistic
Don’t wanna be another statistic
Another statistic

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

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)

Don’t wanna be another statistic
Don’t wanna be another statistic
Another statistic