Born dead Lyrics by 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 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

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