Текст (слова) песни: Body Count - 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 dont like us and they dont 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 its justice ?
You think they give a fuck about us ?
Youre 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 dont 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
Muthafuckas 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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Body Count
Body Count Anthem
Body Mf Count
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Bowels Of The Devil
Bring It To Pain
Cop Killer
Dead Man Walking
Dr. K
Drive By
Evil Dick
Hey Joe
I Used To Love Her
KKK Bitch
Last Breath
Last Days
Masters Of Revenge
My Way (Feat. Raw Breed)
Necessary Evil
Now Sports
Oprah
Out In The Parking Lot
Root Of All Evil
Shallow Graves
Smoked Pork
Street Lobotomy
Strippers
Strippers Intro
Surviving The Game
The Real Problem
The Winners Loses
There Goes The Neighborhood
Truth Or Death
Violent Demise
Voodooo
Who Are You