Black Cotton lyrics

Artist  : 2pac 
Song : Black Cotton



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 [Intro: 2Pac]



Black Cotton

Black Cotton

Black Cotton - A symbol for
unrewarded struggle

Time for a little
gospel tail

Ghetto gospel that is-
listen

Rotten' 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-

Thugs 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 it's
the 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 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)



[Chorus: Eminem]



Nobody don't care

(No matter how hard I
try/Look to the sky/--?)(Rotten Black Cotton in
God's eyes)

Nobody don't care

(Seems
like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to
my questions)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's
eyes)

Nobody don't care

(Feels like
I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being
tested)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes)

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
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
'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
Cotton, im plotin on wit they homie, i'm workin
without a profit, ****** with all my homies, i'm
hurtin but keep ur **** and it's urkin, and we
ain't stoppin as curtains, you try to rize and
certainly we survived as Outlaw Ridas

What's the reward for a strugala

If the
lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us
comin' up

Runnin up, Gun cocked, black mask
and gloves

If you aint got a penny, mind tha
bllod

No love

Waitin' for my 40 acas
and a blunt to blaze

Biblicle times good
hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton 

I'm hoppin' over enemy lines for Black Cotton


I ain't stoppin' till they givin me
mine

Black Cotton



[Chorus]