Born Dead Lyrics
Everything they could do to take us outBut like any good monster that just made us strongerYou see, they don't like us and they don't like you,The BC fan,'Cause they know we stand for three thingsTruth, justice and fuck the american wayThat word justice got me fucked up thoughTwenty cops in the street, two go to jailThousands of people died in warsOverseas and it's justice ?You think they give a fuck about us ?You're a foolBorn yellow,Born brown,Born red,Born black,Born deadDeadBorn deadBorn asian,Born jewish,Born latino,Born poor,Born deadDeadBorn deadBut you don't hear me thoughDeadNew York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, DetroitEvery day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed,Put on my muthafuckin' gun,Down in my muthafuckin' gun,Down in my muthafuckin' pants, 'causeMuthafucka's out here is trippin'How the fuck you gonna get up every morningTryin' to worry about if you gonna make it to the next eveningDo you understand ?Sometimes we take for grantedThe little things like food, like freedomBorn in somalia,Born in south america,Born in south africa,Born in south central,Born deadDead Born dead
Body Count Born Dead
