Black cotton, black cotton, black A symbol for unrewarded for a little gospel tale Ghetto gospel is, listen black cotton in God's eyes, speak
Black Steady stressin' Smith and count my blessin's Class is in session the question is the first question Why do we work like slaves, sweatin' to an early grave Never got paid but we slave Em and Andre
Answer that answer this too Loves gonna get ya you know it's true a bitch true You best to backtrack and try to act black and Not to be phony and positive but why be
What's the matter G? Black cat got your Fat track gotcha now your hung, do ya feel me? Dum dum is it me? Attempt to reach each and every on the streets
If not peace at least let's get a piece I'm of seein' bodies on the streets, deceased Lookin' through my school yearbook of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies, We used to troops but now there's no more youth to shoot God save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of black in God's eyes
don't care (No matter how I try look to the sky) (And I ask god why) Nobody don't (Seems like my drowned in by screams) (No to my questions)
Nobody care (Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?) (It's I'm being tested) Nobody care (Seems like my prayers vanish to air) (Please my questions) don't care
In the belly of the beast I'm up Runnin' out of luck, to self destruct Old say live your life like such Your to catch her witcha one day boy I listen to 'em
Your power movement was but it ain't fix nothin' So I just go with what I know, I don't none Look what the did to us baby kids And now we grown up, ain't own us yet
Black cotton, I'm on what they owe me I'm without a profit they shacklin' all my homies I'm hurtin' but keep the irkin' And we ain't stop, cutains, you try to rise And certainly we survive with Outlaw
What's the for a strugala If the Lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us up up, gun cocked like nasty gloves If you ain't got a penny, mind the no love
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to Biblicle times good hearts with milita Black cotton I'm hoppin' over enemy Black cotton I ain't till they givin' me mine, black cotton
don't care (No matter how hard I try to the sky) (And I ask God why) Nobody don't (Seems my dreams drowned in by screams) (No to my questions)
don't care (Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?) (It's I'm being tested) don't care (Seems my prayers vanish to thin air) (Please my questions)
don't care (No matter how I try look to the sky) (And I ask God why) don't care (Seems like my drowned in by screams) (No to my questions)
Nobody care (Feels I'm pressed, why do I stress?) (It's like I'm tested) Nobody care (Seems like my vanish to thin air) (Please my questions) Nobody care