[Intro]

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 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

[Verse 1]

Born yellow

Born brown

Born red

Born black

[Chorus]

Born dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Born dead

Born dead

Ha, ha, ha!

When born dead

Born dead

[Verse 2]

Born asian

Born jewish

Born latino

Born poor

[Chorus]

Born dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Born dead

Born dead

Ha, ha, ha!

When born dead

Born dead

[Break]

But you don't hear me though

Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead

New York, dead, Atlanta, dead, Chicago, dead

Oakland, dead, Miami, dead, Detroit, dead

Every day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed

Put on 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...

[Verse 3]

Born in Somalia

Born in South America

Born in South Africa

Born in South Central

[Chorus]

Born dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Born dead

Born dead

Ha, ha, ha!

When born dead

[Outro]

Born dead