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...
s___ AIN'T LIKE THAT! IT'S REAL f___ED UP!

g______ 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 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 know what you'd do
if a kid got killed on the way to school
or a cop shot your kid in the backyard.
s___ would hit the fan, m____fucka
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 m____fuckas
to South Central.

Ha ha.
Yeah
f___ 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 m____fuckas home.

Yeah.

Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 m____fuckas.

I hear it every night,
another gunfight,
the tension mounts,

on with the Body Count.

g______ what a brotha 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...

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