Lyrics:
president's unrealistic
It's either pack my bags or become another statistic
want the riching
All these L’s got me pessimistic
They speak too broke n it got me itching
And I’m way too ill for my statistics
Dream gwag straight
('croyable)
Bitching 'bout her man, unempoyable ('ployable)
Once upon a time
Almost became a statistic
But a light came shining
Can't Believe the timing
this the way you get respect?
It can easily happen to you
It only takes one mistake
then you're a statistic just like them
Just like them
We need
a number, a statistic stuck in red (oh-oh)
Her husband lives in the streets, a victim of circumstance
Trying to survive, but it feels like a never-ending
Why do I deal with this shit
Just to be a failed statistic
She'll love me again in a bit
Of course not, be more realistic
Darkness starts to loom
PHOTOGRAPHS
AM I MASOCHISTIC OR JUST A STATISTIC
OF WHAT IT SEEMS TO FIND
THAT THE ONE THAT WAS YOUR ONE
WAS NOT YOUR BETTER HALF
AM I MASOCHISTIC OR JUST
a lot
I will not be a statistic, just let me be
No child left behind, that's the American scheme
I make my living off of words
And do what I love for
colors show
You have to let me go
I'm a goner, with no honor
I'm in sonder
It's evil, it's human
It's taken down quite a few men
I am the new statistic
I
a statistic
I know how miserable you feel, so try and do something about it
Try some bottled serotonin
Let the professional hear your thoughts and feelings
want to know what more there's to learn
I want to pass the point of no return
Do you really want to be
Just another one statistic?
Or feel that you
they do
The 3800 Tigers swept the series
But none played as good as you
Sweet Lou
In the future rules change
More brutal statistics
Immaculate
asunder
What my can groove
I never thought myself the kinda guy
The kinda man that would ever want to settle down
Statistics say it's crazy,
I'm tryin' it
Thought I was a target that they could get right quick
But I ain't goin' out like no statistic
Another number, made me wonder
How many
Rolling testers on it but statistics got slumped (got slumped)
I'm smoking blunt after blunt
hot)
Grab a biscuit, don't be a statistic (hot, hot, hot, hot)
Came off the mission, high definition (hot, hot, hot, hot)
A boss, my left wrist
then make me stumble
These thrills add to statistics
Adding numbers... taking lives
The word is out, I've gone too far
Where are the limits, where does
a lot
I will not be a statistic, just let me be
No child left behind, that's the American scheme
I make my living off of words
And do what I love for
materialistic and unrealistic
And to most of them you're nothing but another statistic
Whoever's got the money, they're all on his
y'all can save it for David,
put they fingers on it
Dog gone it
Do the statistics
How he bust lyrics was too futuristic for ballistics
And far too eccentric for forensics
I
to find myself or else they knew I wasn`t
Gonna make it and then end up a statistic
My life was twisted I almost missed it
The chance yes the chance
a jab and a .44 Mag'
So, nigga, flip or take a trip in a body bag, uh
Boom you slipped up, now you're zipped up
Yeah, one more statistic, fronted
won't take you back
Forget about it
You remember science books
The French you took last year
Every single sports statistic but you still don't get it
And the daddy ain't nowhere to be found
Too busy bein a hoe around town
He just fall into another statistic
Claimin black men don't do shit
But
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