2Pac - Black Cotton - Sözleri

[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]


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