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body count – born dead lyrics


born dead

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-ck the american way
that word justice got me f-cked 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-ck about us?
you’re a fool
born yellow,
born brown,
born red,
born black,
born dead
born dead
born asian,
born jewish,
born latino,
born poor,
born dead
born dead
but you don’t hear me though
new york, atlanta, chicago, oakland, miami, detroit
every day i gotta get out my m-th-f-ckin’ bed,
put on my m-th-f-ckin’ gun,
down in my m-th-f-ckin’ gun,
down in my m-th-f-ckin’ pants, ’cause
m-th-f-cka’s out here is trippin’
how the f-ck 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