You know sometimes I sit at home, you know
and I watch TV and I wonder what it would be like
to live someplace like, you know, the Cosby show
Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where
cops come and got your cat outta the tree
all your friends died of old age
But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles and unfortunately
SHIT AIN'T LIKE THAT IT'S REAL FUCKED UP
Goddamn 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 AK
I got ten of 'em stashed
with a case of hand grenades
Tell us what to do Fuck you
Tell us what to do Fuck you
Tell us what to do Fuck you
Tell us what to do Fuck you
You know what you'd do
if a kid got killed on the way to school
or a cop shot your kid in the backyard
Shit would hit the fan, motherfucker
and it would hit real hard
I hear it every night, another gunfight
the tension mounts
on with the Body Count
Yo, Beatmaster V, take these motherfuckers
to South Central
Ha ha
Yeah
Fuck that
I hear it every night
another gunfight
the tension mounts
on with the Body Count
Last weekend thirty seven kids killed in gang warfare
in my backyard
No
No
No
Yo, Ernie C, take these motherfuckers home
Yeah
Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 motherfuckers
I hear it every night
another gunfight
the tension mounts
on with the Body Count
Goddamn 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 nigga 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, dick suckin', bum politicians
Tell us what to do Fuck you
Tell us what to do Fuck you
The tension mounts