Текст песни Body Count - Born Dead
Body Count - Born Dead слова песни
1994 BC still in the houseThey did everything they could doTo take us outBut like any good monsterThat just made us strongerYou seethey don`t like usAnd they don`t like youthe BC fan`Cause they know we standFor three thingsTruth justiceAnd fuck the American way!That word justice got me fucked up thoughTwenty cops in the streetTwo go to jailThousands of people died in warsOverseas and it`s justice?You think they give a fuck about us?You`re a fool!Born yellowborn brownBorn redborn blakBorn dead! Dead!Born dead! Dead!Born dead! Dead!Born dead! Dead!Born DeadBorn DeadBorn DeadBorn Asianborn JewishBorn Latinoborn poorBorn dead! Dead!Born dead! Dead!Born dead! Dead!Born DeadBorn DeadBorn DeadBut you don`t hear me thoughDeadNYATLCHI.-OAKMIAMIDET.Every day I gotta get outMy muthafuckin` bedPut on my mothafuckin` pants`Cause muthafucka`s out here is trippin`How the fuckYou gonna get upEvery morningTryin` to worry about if you gonna make itTo the next eveningDo you understand?Sometimes we take for grantedThe little things like foodLike freedomBorn in SomaliaBorn in South AmericaBorn in South AfricaBorn in South CentralBorn dead! Dead!Born dead! Dead!Born dead! Dead!Born dead! Dead!Born DeadBorn DeadBorn Dead