Black cotton
Black cotton
Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tale
Ghetto gospel that is, listen
Rotten black cotton in God's eyes
Speak
Black cotton
Steady stressin', Smith and Wessons, count my blessings
Class is in session, the worst question is the first question
Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave (in the nine trey)
Answer that, then answer this too
Love's gonna get ya, you know it's true, life's a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act Black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be negative?
What's the matter, G? Black cat, got your tongue?
Fat track got you sprung, now your hung (do ya feel me?)
Dum-dum-diddy, is it me?
Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets
If not peace, then at least, let's get a piece
I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets deceased
Lookin' through my high school yearbook
Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies, poof
We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of black cotton (in God's eyes)
Nobody don't care
(No matter how hard I try, look to the sky, and I ask God why)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed, why do I stress? It's like I'm being tested)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to thin air, please answer my questions)
Nobody don't care
In the belly of the beast, I'm bubbling up (uh-huh)
Running out of luck, 'bout to self destruct (uh-huh)
Old heads said live your life like such
It's sure to catch up with you one day, boy
I wouldn't listen to 'em
Your power movement was cool
But it ain't fix nothin'
So I just go with what I know
I don't trust none
Look what the 80s did
To us baby kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't want us
Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me
I'm workin' without a profit
They shacklin' all my homies
I'm hurtin' but keep it mob and it's irkin'
And we ain't stop, it's curtains
You try to rise and certainly we survive as Outlaw Riders
What's the reward for a struggler?
If the lord loving us then why they hate to see us comin' up?
Running up, gun cocked, black mask and gloves
If you ain't got it, pay me mind and blood, no love
Waitin' for my forty acres and a blunt to blaze
Biblical times, good hearts with militant minds
For black cotton, I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
For black cotton, I ain't stoppin' 'til they giving me mine
Black cotton (nobody don't care)
(No matter how hard I try, look to the sky, and I ask God why)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed, why do I stress? It's like I'm being tested)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to thin air, please answer my questions)
Nobody don't care
(No matter how hard I try, look to the sky, and I ask God why)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed, why do I stress? It's like I'm being tested)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to thin air, please answer my questions)
Nobody don't care
My mama told me there'd be days like this (black cotton)
(Rotten black cotton in God's eyes)
My mama told me there'd be days like this (black cotton)
(Rotten black cotton in God's eyes)
My mama told me there'd be days like this (black cotton)
(Rotten black cotton in God's eyes)
(Rotten black cotton in God's eyes)
Black cotton
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Black Cotton - 2Pac, Eminem, Noble and Kastro
