BLACK COTTON
Black Cotton
Black Cotton
Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin Black Cotton in God s eyes
Speak
Verse One: 2Pac
Black Cotton
Steady stressin Smith and Wessons count my blessin s
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 tre
Answer that then answer this too-
Loves 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 gotcha 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 highschool yearbook
Reminiscin of the tears as the years took
One homietwo homiethree 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
Chorus: Eminem
Nobody don t care
No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?
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
Kastro: Verse 3
In the belly of the beast I m bubbling up
Running out of luckabout to self destruct
Old heads say live your life like such
Your sure to catch her witcha 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 dont trust none
Look what the 80 s did
To what s Bebe s kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain t own us yet
Young Noble: Verse 4
Black cottonI m plottin ---?
I m workin without a profit
They shacklin all my homies
I m hurtin but keep the mind
?---No idea---?
certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas
What s the reward for a strugala
If the lord lovin us then why they hate to see us comin up
Runnin upGun cocked like nasty gloves
If you aint got a pennymind the glove
No love
Waitin for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds
Black Cotton - I m hoppin over enemy lines
Black Cotton - I ain t stoppin till they givin me mine
Black Cotton
Chorus
Black Cotton
Black Cotton
Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin Black Cotton in God s eyes
Speak
Verse One: 2Pac
Black Cotton
Steady stressin Smith and Wessons count my blessin s
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 tre
Answer that then answer this too-
Loves 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 gotcha 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 highschool yearbook
Reminiscin of the tears as the years took
One homietwo homiethree 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
Chorus: Eminem
Nobody don t care
No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?
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
Kastro: Verse 3
In the belly of the beast I m bubbling up
Running out of luckabout to self destruct
Old heads say live your life like such
Your sure to catch her witcha 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 dont trust none
Look what the 80 s did
To what s Bebe s kids
And now we grown up
Nobody ain t own us yet
Young Noble: Verse 4
Black cottonI m plottin ---?
I m workin without a profit
They shacklin all my homies
I m hurtin but keep the mind
?---No idea---?
certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas
What s the reward for a strugala
If the lord lovin us then why they hate to see us comin up
Runnin upGun cocked like nasty gloves
If you aint got a pennymind the glove
No love
Waitin for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds
Black Cotton - I m hoppin over enemy lines
Black Cotton - I ain t stoppin till they givin me mine
Black Cotton
Chorus
