Born Dead Lyrics - Born Dead - Body Count

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