[2Pac]Black cottonBlack cottonBlack cottonA symbol for unrewarded struggleTime for a little gospel tailGhetto gospel that is, listen!Robbin' black cotton in God's eyesSpeak!
Black cottonSteady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessing'sClass is in session the worst question is the first questionWhy do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an early graveNever got paid but still we slave (In the nine tre')Answer that then answer this tooLove's gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch trueYou best to backtrack and try to act black and liveNot to be phony and positive but why be negative?What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongueFat track gotcha sprung now you're hung (Do ya feel me?)Dum dum diddy is it me?Attempt to reach, each and every brother on the streetsIf not peace then at least let's get a pieceI'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets, deceasedLookin' through my high school yearbookReminiscin' of the tears as the years tookOne homie, two homie, three homies, POOFWe used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shootGod come save the misbegottenLost ghetto souls of black cotton (In God's eyes)
CHORUS [Eminem]Nobody don't careNo matter how hard I tryLook to the sky ????? (Nobody don't care)Seems like my dreamsDrowned in by screamsNo answer to my questions (Nobody don't care)Feels like I'm pressedWhy do I stress?It's like I'm being tested (Nobody don't care)Seems like my prayersVanish to thin airPlease answer my questions (Nobody don't care)
[Kastro]In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling upRunning out of luck, about to self destructOld heads say live your life like suchYou're sure to catch her wit' ya one day boyI wouldn't listen to 'emYour power movement was coolBut it ain't fix nothin'So I just go with what I knowI don't trust noneLook what the 80's didTo what's Bebe's kidsAnd now we grown upNobody ain't own us yet
[Young Noble]Black cotton, I'm plottin' ????I'm workin' without a profitThey shacklin' all my homiesI'm hurtin' but keep the mind??????certainly we survive with Outlaw RidasWhat's the reward for a strugalaIf the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' upRunnin' up, gun cocked like nasty glovesIf you ain't got a penny, mind the glove, no loveWaitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blazeBiblical times good hearts with milita mindsBlack cotton, I'm hoppin' over enemy linesBlack cotton, I ain't stoppin' till they givin' me mineBlack cotton