Body Count - Body Count (with Lyrics)

Body Count - Body Count You know sometimes I sit at home, you know, and I watch T.V. 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 AINT LIKE THAT! ITS REAL FUCKED UP! Goddamn what a brotha gotta do to get a message through to the red, white and blue? What I gotta die before you realize I was a brotha with open eyes? The worlds insane while you drink champagne and Im 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... 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 youd 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, muthafucka and it would hit real hard.