Body Count Lyrics

Body Count

God damn what a brother gotta do
To get a message through
To the red white
and blue

What? I gotta die? Before you realize
I was a brother with
open eyes

The world's insane
While you drink champagne
And I'm
livin' in black rain

You try to ban the A.K.
I got ten of 'em
stashed
With a case of hand grenades

(Tell us what to do?) Fuck
you!
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck
you!
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!

You'd know what to do
If a
bullet hit your kid
On the way to school
Or a cop shot your kid in the
back yard
Shit would hit the fan and hit hard!

CHORUS
I hear it
every night, another gun fight
The tension mounts
On with the body
count!

God damn what a brother gotta do
To get a message
through
To the red, white and you?

What? I gotta die? Before you
realize
I was a nigga with open eyes

The world's insane
While you
drink champagne
And I'm livin' in black rain

Don't you hear the
guns?
You stupid, dumb, dick suckin'
Bum politicians

(Tell us what
to do?) Fuck you!
(Tell us what to do?) Fuck you!

The tension mounts!