Ace Hood - Another Statistic [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Another statistic, nah
I just wanna live in Gods cubicle, far away from Lucifer
Not a slave, gold chains compliment the mula’ much
Rather see me crucified, police are the crucifiers
Shoot us up and dig a ditch, this ain't nothin’ new to us
Murders happen every day, kids on their merry way
Dyin’ before they’re 21, bullets never had a name
God bless Trayvon Martin I’m in my hoodie
Another innocent young brother who met a bully
Man this poor world is fucked up
Hard times, tough luck
Section 80, food stamps, jobs never hired us
I’m just tryna’ fulfill my wishlist
Don't wanna be another statistic

[Hook : Ace Hood]
Don’t wanna be another statistic
Don’t wanna be another statistic
Another statistic

[Interlude]
No matter what obstacles come our way
No matter how much they're trying to keep us down
Nothing should stop us from being victorious
We shall fight
We will never give up
We will never give in
We shall take it to the mountain top
Nobody could hold us down, I say nobody

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Martin Luther King had a dream and my niggas do too
While Emmett Till beat and killed and gouged like a fruit
Reason why them youngin’s untamable as a youth
And fuck the government cause’ they trying to disguise truth
I send my prayers out to mankind
Not enough graduations but too many crimes
Pay attention as a parent gotta peep the signs
Feeling like a book is corny so they keep a nine
Lord bless em’ got me stressin’ while I’m raising mine
See in the hood people think you won’t amount to nothing
Funny, I made a million out of 10 cents
Don’t wanna be another statistic (preach)

[Hook : Ace Hood]

[Interlude]
We refuse to be apart of divine violence
We refuse to be stepped on
We gotta stand for something
We don't fall for anything, stand up
Whats all the pain you been through?
It's time, It's time to stand as one
Stand up for one another
We will not lose

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Niggas getting murdered with burners few in the sternum
Jot it in my journal why killers are so determined
I keep on preachin’ defeat the demons in every sermon
Just watch the people that meet and greet ya’
Some aren’t worthy
Some friends aren’t friends, they dirty need some detergent
So many tragedies around the world, I’m praying urgent
I’m just trying to become a blessing and serve a purpose
Nobody’s perfect, I’m still sinning just have mercy
While we killing our own people
Boston Massachusetts bombed by some thrill seekers
It’s just so tragic, many perished I could barely witness
Don’t wanna be another statistic (pray)

[Hook: Ace Hood]