Are you a statistic? Walking up and down the street with your nose high; downsizing everybody who comes across your eye.

Are you a statistic? Do you have the government name (ware fare) tattoo to your forehead?

You sit here and talk about the drug user and homeless when you’re out there doing the same. Then you think that you better than them, “come on, get real!!” Catch an attitude when the government doesn’t give you as much or not the amount that you wanted. Screaming, this is my baby dad, I need this, I need that, you always got your hand out.

Are you a statistic? Are you going to continue to be a victim of an abusive boyfriend? Let your man walked free as he will.

Are you statistic? Are you one that’s all about getting that fast or quick money? Selling and slinking just to get that single buck.

Are you a statistic? Are you the one that wears the skin tight jeans and think you the rawest chick out there? Are you statistic?

Are you statistic?

If you call this the life; I dare you to see the rest of the world. The streets are like a raging sea. The faster you get into it, the faster you get swept out. When will you ever get your together and get up out of these cruel streets. Go see something that is exciting, beautiful, and awesome. Life is very breath-taking, but it’s also incredible. The world has a lot to offer you. Tomorrow is not promise to you, so it’s time to wake up. Asks yourself are you a statistic.