Born Dead

1994, Body Count 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 Body Count fans

'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 die in wars overseas, and its justice?

You think they give a fuck about us, you're a fool

Born yellow

Born brown

Born red

Born black

Born dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Born dead

Born dead

Ah, ah, ah, we're born dead

Born Asian

Born Jewish

Born Latino

Born poor

Born dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Born dead

Born dead

Ah, ah, ah, we're born dead

But you don't hear me, though

Anything that's gonna confuse us, they'll throw at us

Anything that's gonna confuse us, they'll throw at us

Dead

Dead

Ah

Dead

Dead

Dead

New York, Atlanta (Dead, dead)

Chicago (Dead)

Oakland, Miami (Dead, dead)

Detroit (Dead)

Every day I gotta get up outta my motherfuckin' bed

Put my motherfuckin' gun down in my motherfuckin' pants

'Cause motherfuckers out here is trippin'

How the fuck is it to get up every mornin'

Worried about if you're gonna make it to the next evenin'?

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

Dead

Dead

Born dead

Born dead

Ah, ah, ah, we're born dead