You Don't Love Me
Gene Thompson and the Counts Lyrics

No matter how much of my music you've listened to
Regardless of how many of my songs you've heard

How many interviews you've read on me
Or how many interviews you've read about me

How many times you've seen me on TV
How many times you've seen me on TV

No matter what you think
Whatever your thoughts may be

You don't know me!
You can't know me completely!

You don't know me, you don't know my life,
You don't know me or my life

Don't know my struggle, don't know my pain.
You don't know the difficulties or pains I've faced

Don't live in my brain, don't know my thoughts,
You're not living in my head, you don't know my thoughts

Don't know my fears, don't really know my name.
You don't know my fears, you don't truly know my name

You just talk shit, talk like you know,
You just talk nonsense, like you know everything

Talk like you been there, talk like you lived it.
Talking as if you've been there, as if you've lived through it

Motherfucker I would like to take you one day,
I'd love to take you with me someday

Take you down to my hood, take you out to play.
Take you to my neighborhood, show you what it's like

See the results of AK spray, pick up a baby girl missing a leg,
Witness the aftermath of an AK spray, interact with a little girl missing a leg

Come home and find your whole family dead,
Come home and discover that your entire family has been killed

Get a 4.5 cocked up to your head.
Get a 4.5 inch gun pointed at your head

Get jacked by the cops, beat down in the street,
Harassed by the cops, beaten down on the street

No electricity, hungry for weeks.
No power, and starving for weeks

You don't know, well I think you should,
You don't know, but I think you ought to

Cause down in the ghetto well it ain't that good!
Life in the ghetto is far from good!

You don't know me just heard the song,
You don't know me, you just heard the song

Rapped with the music just sang along.
You rapped and sang along with the music

Never really pulled and cocked the steel,
You've never really loaded and aimed a gun

Never shot for real, never aimed to kill.
You've never really shot for real, never aimed to kill

Never pushed no crack, never locked a block,
You've never sold crack or controlled a block

Never hit no cop, never packed a Glock.
You've never hit a cop or carried a Glock

You like listening to gangsta shit,
You enjoy listening to gangsta tracks

Makes you feel real hard-core, roll with the crips.
Makes you feel hardcore, like you're rolling with the Crips

This shits real, soon you'll learn,
This is real, and you'll soon realize that

People do die, bullets do burn.
People die, bullets leave burns

Go off in the ghetto and make the wrong turn..
Make the wrong turn in the ghetto

Get your motherfucking cap let back!
You'll get shot, your head blown off

Quicker than fuck you can get your ass stuck,
Very quickly, you can get yourself in trouble

Dumped in a ditch, burnt in a truck.
Dumped in a ditch, or burned in a truck

Stick to the CD stay away,
Stick to listening to the music and stay away

Cause you don't know me and niggas don't play!
You don't know me entirely, and people in the hood don't play!

This is not your life, You are just a visitor!
This life is not yours, you are only a visitor

This is not your life!
This life is not yours

You don't know me not like me at all,
You don't know me, not like me at all

Don't wake up everyday on edge of death.
You don't live every day on the brink of death

I don't trust anybody including myself,
I don't trust anyone, including myself

I feel like I'll die violently, fuck my health!
I feel like I'll die violently, to hell with my health

Or maybe you do and you feel the same,
Perhaps you do, and feel the same way

Wake up with headaches cursing the game.
Wake up with headaches, cursing the system

Grab at your brain like you're going insane,
Grab your head as if you're going mad

Then I know you can feel my pain!
Then I know you can relate to my suffering!

Body Count! Motherfucker!
Body Count! Motherfucker!