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"Born Dead"

1994 BC 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 BC fan
'Cause they know we stand for three things
Truth, justice and f*ck the american way
That word justice got me f*cked 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 f*ck about us ?
You're a fool

[Verse 1]
Born yellow
Born brown
Born red
Born black
Born dead
Born dead

[Verse 2]
Born asian
Born jewish
Born latino
Born poor
Born dead
Born dead

But you don't hear me though
New York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, Detroit
Every day I gotta get out my muthaf*ckin' bed
Put on my muthaf*ckin' gun
Down in my muthaf*ckin' pants, 'cause
Muthaf*cka's out here is trippin'
How the f*ck 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
Born dead

Born dead

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