I refuse to be another black statistic A black man who can wine and dine in the sin of the world And still be considered a Christian I plan on being great, I care not to be less I refuse to wear a bar code across my chest I refuse to let a black tee or throwback jersey define me I refuse to let my children witness divorce Or make mature decisions in court I refuse to grow up carrying the generational curse I refuse to feel the need to curse in my verse I hate bein' automatically looked at When someone asks, "Can anyone rap?" I wanna be a black man That can flip it from urban to corporate measures A black man who doesn't gain Knowledge of the world for his own pleasures A black man who reps Christ to the fullest with no regrets My only regret is the stigma That many black statistics in the past have set Like goin' to jail, braggin' about bail Leavin' our kids, cussin' at church Married and you still flirt, no father present at birth Animosity within the ministers of our church I refuse to let my people be viewed as temporary I plan on planting a seed not for the moment But for one that's legendary As for statistics, my father broke the mode And I feel it's just my job for the next generation to continue in it Because I refuse to be another black statistic © ZOMBA SONGS INC; KERRION PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com