Body Count - Ice T

God damn  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 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'd know what to do 
If a bullet hit your kid 
On the way to school 
Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard 
Shit would hit the fan and hit hard! 

CHORUS 
I hear it every night, another gun fight 
The tension mounts 
On with the body count! 

God damn 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!