Body Count Born Dead Lyrics

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 fuck the American way

That word justice got me fucked 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 fuck about us?

You're a fool



Born yellow, born brown

Born red, born black

Born dead, dead, born dead



Born Asian, born Jewish

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 muthafuckin' bed



Put on my muthafuckin' gun

Down in my muthafuckin' gun

Down in my muthafuckin' pants, 'cause

Muthafucka's out here is trippin'



How the fuck 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