Journalist 103 - Statistics lyrics

(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 [Verse 1: Journalist 103] 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 up a 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 "f** it, why bother?" So now my attitude is like f** 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 sh** 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Invincible] 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 Is the new prison and it grease his palms, greaser 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 Ain't no one to look over for feed up [?] and stove House on foreclosure, now she got where? 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 the worlds pop but It's 25% of all the world locked up So I wonder how to break the cycle, will it ever stop? If we see people numbers and we make'em check a box