Statistically Trapped
I'm a prisoner
A prisoner of statistics & polls
Things I said I would never be
But it all took a toll
On the way I live my life
You see I always said that I
Would never be that young lady
Never turn into that type of Afro-American
But now a days I'm feeling less Afro-American
And less futuristic
Now I'm feeling more pathetic
And more like a statistic
How do I fix it
I'm becoming what I've been fighting for so long
Those rights that are wrong
Those things that I know
Those things that I saw
Those things that I wrote
About and the people that I swore I would never be
I've been fighting these statistics for so long
That they have statistically trapped me
-Lyric-
Copyright © Laqunda Goods | Year Posted 2006
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