I'll Never Be A Statistic

I could brandish weapons 
Nickel plated triggers... 
Talk crap and cause problems 
Just to say I'm realer 
Walk around with a bunch of cultivated killers 
Screaming I'm a boss! 
Looking down on those who ain't a dealer 
Maybe figure I would party tonight... 
Infiltrate the club and try to start up a fight 
Poppa wasn't there so I'm departing from right 
Now accepting senseless violence as a part of my life 
A statistic... 
Lost souls harboring resentment 
There's a lot of things more important than our riches 
What about the pain you'd experience in perdition? 
Focusing the aim of my spirit and it's mission 
On the Lord... 
Don't stress people's opinions 
Some are just a part of satan's evil convention 
Worry what they think and he will keep you imprisoned 
The battle rages on until the sequel has ended 
Revelations... 
God loves us all and very patient 
Turn away from sin right now 
Yahweh's waiting! 
People are complacent in this villainous age 
We can't escape the ghetto using ignorant ways 
They think it's cool to stay at an illiterate stage 
A man can be successful if he's willing to change 
And satan has some tricks 
I'm here to disarm it... 
Lucifer will aim for the easiest targets 
Now confusing you through his musical artists 
Portraying sin as cool... 
Had you thinking it's harmless 
Melancholy... 
You are blind if you think this is jargon 
For his followers can't understand the truth! 
You can try to beg one and beg one 
To come to The Lord... 
But ultimately that decision's up to you! 
My future won't compute from a sample or numerical facts 
Some people may assume you don't care if you're black 
That was stereotypical... 
Not label or stat 
And I don't care about the skin tone and judgement is wack 
The clearer picture