Body Count - Born Dead Lyrics
1994 bc still in the house they didEverything they could do to take us outBut like any good monster that just made us strongerYou see, they dont like us and they dont like you,The bc fan,cause they know we stand for three thingsTruth, justice and ***** the american wayThat word justice got me *****ed up thoughTwenty cops in the street, two go to jailThousands of people died in warsOverseas and its justice ?You think they give a ***** about us ?Youre a foolBorn yellow,Born brown,Born red,Born black,Born deadDeadBorn deadBorn asian,Born jewish,Born latino,Born poor,Born deadDeadBorn deadBut you dont hear me thoughDeadNew york , atlanta, chicago, oakland, miami, detroitEvery day I gotta get out my mutha*****in bed,Put on my mutha*****in gun,Down in my mutha*****in gun,Down in my mutha*****in pants, causeMutha*****as out here is trippinHow the ***** you gonna get up every morningTryin to worry about if you gonna make it to the next eveningDo you understand ?Sometimes we take for grantedThe little things like food, like freedomBorn in somalia,Born in south america,Born in south africa,Born in south central,Born deadDeadBorn dead
