Lyrics Statistics - Apollo Brown, The Left, Journalist 103

Statistics

(I Know you've been hurt) man you don't know nothing man
(By someone else) yeah, whatever you don't know nothing about me man
(I can tell by the way) yeah, go ahead with that man
(You carry yourself) I gotta do what I gotta do
I got my middle finger up and it's nice and high
It's just me against the world and I'm down to ride
And anybody who oppose and they claim they want it
I got the ruger on my side if you think I'm frontin'
I'll take it back a lil' bit so you can understand
How the land of the free make this type of men
I got a coked out mom, alcoholic father
Who walked out when I was ten, like "fuck it, why bother?"
So now my attitude is like fuck it, why bother
I stay blowed of the kush to even think of karma
Rose bank roses and hoes was the best slogan
That I lived by next to "I got you open"
I had gave up hope so I started accepting
That my life ain't shit without a Smith & Wesson
Cuz' when sales get slow and them pockets empty
I'm gonna squeeze on the semi til' the clip is empty
Just like Mr. Simpson you boy's guilty
I'm the environmental product of this great country
Cuz' of the violence I stay vibrant
I'm one of the last dudes you wanna see on the live tip
Either the graves or the sales what I'm headed for
Cuz' based of on the statistics I'm prepared for it
Either the graves or the sales what I'm headed for
Cuz' based of on the statistics I'm prepared for it
She was living in the city with the most geographical space
Most abandoned buildings murder cases and annual rapes
Like going on to climate cold
Highest unemployment
Try to swim instead of sink
But the economy wasn’t buoyant
Poignant observation at the chief of Police
Appointed by the mayor who betrayed you like cons in Donald Goines lit
Backdoor deals cuz the chief is on the boards
Of the new prison and it grease his palms, slicker than some ointment
Every life has got about as much a chance as surviving this circumstances
Guess and toke a coin flip
Made an appointment and she met up with the welfare
Office try to get her bit medicated health care
But they had her jumping through the hula hoops
I guess some help as hard as trying to pull a tooth
Her heart, it wasn't bulletproof
For the youth, but the stress was speeding up the ageing so
Got a new wrinkles from a gray hair ratio
In the winter with over four feet of the waves of snow
House on foreclosure, now she out with no place to go
So free your mind up, this is a reminder
The United States incarcerates more than they do in China
We only 5% of all the worlds pop but
It's 25% of all the world's locked up
So I wonder how to break the cycle, will it ever stop?
If we see people as numbers and we make 'em check a box