Body Count - Born Dead lyrics

1994 BC still in the house They did Everything they could do to take us out But like any good monster that just made us stronger You see, they don't like us and they don't like you, The BC fan, 'Cause they know we stand for three things Truth, justice and f** the american way That word justice got me f**ed up though Twenty cops in the street, two go to jail Thousands of people died in wars Overseas and it's justice ? You think they give a f** about us ? You're a fool Born yellow, Born brown, Born red, Born black, Born dead Dead Born dead Born asian, Born j**ish, Born latino, Born poor, Born dead Dead Born dead But you don't hear me though Dead New York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, Detroit Every day I gotta get out my muthaf**in' bed, Put on my muthaf**in' gun, Down in my muthaf**in' gun, Down in my muthaf**in' pants, 'cause Muthaf**a's out here is trippin' How the f** you gonna get up every morning Tryin' to worry about if you gonna make it to the next evening Do you understand ? Sometimes we take for granted The little things like food, like freedom Born in somalia, Born in south america, Born in south africa, Born in south central, Born dead Dead Born dead