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Black Statistic

I will not be another black statistic Selling ny body to get money for clothes Going around being preppy when everyone knows Doing my best so I don't get called a hoe In this life I'm living there's no joke Trying to be beautiful when the world puts you down Killing myself inside without making a sound Pushing away the love ones all around No I will not be a part of that crowd Using weed and drugs to solve all my problems Blaming God because he had a better plan Being angry at myself because I had another chance Hating life because I'm still in it's dance Constantly being abused because of my female pride Waking up every morning praying to die Putting a smile on while I'm crying and shouting inside Looking at them and asking why Yes I refuse to be that black statistic I plan to be great President of the state Learn how to bake Having a clean slate reping God to the fullest being a Christien is the truest with God I won't go balistic Yes I'll be that kind of statistic

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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