Lyrics:
respect for myself
Didn't wanna run up statistics
We already misfits
Don't make it hard for yourself
Trip back to back yard
So my yoot dem learn of di
to you two we keep on joining statistics
Hook:
Statistics
Black Father Statistics
Men lie, women lie, numbers don't
(Repeat)
Verse 2:
I’m just trying
conceal
Wasn't cognizant that mental abuse was real
Refuse to be a statistic, I'm just being realistic
I'm done pointing fingers, I escaped this mental
unfortunately
I'm just a fucking statistic
Life doesn't go as you plan
Can lose soul in these grands
And your life in these streets
Or your life to the system
a statistic
May not know who you are but you know what you got
So hang on to the absurd
Hey, have you heard?
Hope's not a four-letter word
Put on a happy
How could they do this to me?
This statistic won't lay down
Take a number or stand in line
This statistic wants to hear
That they're guilty about
Black on black
Like statistics
Mask fall down with some rip sticks
Hands in the air you a lick jit
Pussy so wet make me seasick
Know just what I want
Drunk driving
Now you're dead
Should have thought
Used your head
Drunk driving
Now you're dead
Ignorance makes you a statistic
You get drunk
Think your
Or will I be in the system, I won't be another statistic
I'm just another man of flesh and blood
Flesh and blood
Another man of flesh and blood
I wont be
a heavy mantle, but watch me as I trample
The statistics of the system got me pissy, everyday is a new mission got a get it (BUT I STAY)
HUMBLE & THANKFUL
be another statistic
Can't be another statistic
Take me back home
Let's play with sticks and stones
I'll grind til I break my bones
Urrrgggh
Take me
(I wish I could tell)
Heaven or Hell (Heaven or Hell)
Heaven or Hell (Heaven or Hell)
Can't be a statistic (Can't be a statistic)
It's dead or in jail
A virus needs statistics down
Virus - down, down, down
The guys wore crown print sweatshirts
But today girls and boys threw out these sweatshirts
They are
of the shadow of the glory and the fame I will
Take aim, and reclaim
All the pieces to the puzzle like I wanna play a game, y'all
Don't wanna be another statistic
gotta jugg it's addictive
I been on the streets go check the statistics
Big drip
Now I'm all round her mouth like lipstick
I left things round her mouth
greater good
Broken lives for your greater gods
Money, success, status, power
Pull the trigger
All you are is a statistic
All you've made are statistics
were just sixteen, but we beat all the statistics
Everybody had something to say
But we made it anyway
This is my letter to the ‘rents
Forty-five year
of talented people my brother
You one of them dawg
You, you, you, you, you different bro you really different
Refusal to be another statistic
Looking at life
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
Somethings gone terribly wrong
With the arithmetic
So build it all again darling
Digit by digit
You know very well
The statistic
So what shall we do?
Build it!
statistics
Lower your weapons, down with ballistics
I'm not one of your statistics
Lower your weapons, down with ballistics
I'm not one of your statistics
I'll turn you to a fucking statistic
Got my shooters going fucking ballistic
Bruises on him when I whip with a lash
Need me two bitches like Mime
and just, roll with it, don't risk it
Fuck around, and be a statistic (yo, yo)
Niggas ask why I use my glock
'Cause it's 2003, motherfucker, I refuse
Everuwhere you look now - questionnairesThey want every
detail of your affairsOh, so many people livesWrapped up in house....
CHORUS
Statistics
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