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