Body Count Lyrics

God d***, what a brother gotta do
To get a message through
To the red, white and blue
What? I gotta die? Before you realize
I was a brother with open eyes

The world's insane
While you drink champagne
And I'm livin' in black rain

You try to ban the A.K.
I got ten of 'em stashed
With a case of hand grenades

(Tell us what to do?) f*** you!
(Tell us what to do?) f*** you!
(Tell us what to do?) f*** you!
(Tell us what to do?) f*** you!

You'd know what to do
If a bullet hit your kid
On the way to school
Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard
s*** would hit the fan and hit hard!
CHORUS
I hear it every night, another gun fight
The tension mounts
On with the body count!

God d*** what a brother gotta do
To get a message through
To the red, white and you?
What? I gotta die? Before you realize
I was a n**** with open eyes

The world's insane
While you drink champagne
And I'm livin' in black rain

Don't you hear the guns?
You stupid, dumb, d*** suckin'
b** politicians

(Tell us what to do?) f*** you!
(Tell us what to do?) f*** you!

The tension mounts!