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I am a statistic
You write me down in a census
Waiting around so I can call you missus
But now it’s a simplus
Will you put me in a book?
For now I am hooked
Shattered and broken I gon’ took
People all around all they do is look
Now I’m in a lock
Bounded by that cop
Waiting for the road to hop
I'm gon’ pop
But i'm just the statistic
Waiting around with no implicit
Wondering why they think i'm not complicit
I guess now I'm illicit
But i'm gon’ find a way
I’m gon make it to the bay
Jus move out my way
I’ll take it day by day
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