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 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   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, muthafucka      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 muthafuckas 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 muthafuckas home, yeah   Yeah, we in the house, body count fools   1991 muthafuckas      I hear it every night   Another gunfight   The tension mounts   On with the body count      Goddamn 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 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