Black Cotton - Album Version (Explicit)

Black cotton black cotton black cotton

A symbol for unrewarded struggle

Time for a little gospel tale

Ghetto gospel that is listen

Robbings black cotton in god's eyes speak

Black cotton

Steady stressing smith and wessons

Count my blessings

Class is in session the worst question

Is the first question

Why do we work like slaves

Sweating blades to an early grave

Never got paid but still we slave em and andre

Answer that then answer this too

Loves gonna get ya you know

It's true life's a b**ch 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

Looking through my high school yearbook

Reminiscing 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

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

(Peems 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

Running out of luck about 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 them

Your power movement was cool

But it ain't fix nothing

So I just go with what I know

I don't trust none

Look what the 80's did to us baby kids

And now we grown up

Nobody ain't own us yet

Black cotton

I'm plotting on what they owe me

I'm working without a profit

They shackling all my homies

I'm hurting but keep the momoners irking

And we ain't stop It's cutains

You try to rise

And certainly we survive with outlaw ridas

What's the reward for a strugala

If the lord loving us then

Why they hate to see us coming up

Running up gun cocked like nasty gloves

If you ain't got a penny

Mind the glove no love

Waiting for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze

Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds

Black cotton I'm hopping over enemy lines

Black cotton I ain't stopping till

They giving me mine black cotton

(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