[Intro:
Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded for a little gospel tail Ghetto that is- listen Rotten' Black in God's eyes
[Verse One:
Black Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my Class is in session the question is the first question Why do we work slaves sweatin' blades to an early grave Never got paid but still we slave (In the tre') Answer that then this too- Thugs gonna get ya you know it's true life's a true You best to and try to act black and live Not to be and positive but why be negative? the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track gotcha sprung now hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy the me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the If not peace then at least get a piece I'm of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin' of the as the years took One homie, two homie, three - POOF We used to have troops but now there's no youth to shoot God come the misbegotten ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes)
[Chorus:
Nobody care (No matter how I try/Look to the sky/--?)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes) Nobody care (Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)(Rotten Black in God's eyes) Nobody don't (Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm tested)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes) Nobody don't (Seems like my to thin air/Please answer my questions) don't care
[Kastro: 3]
In the of the beast I'm bubbling up Running out of luck, about to self Old heads say live your life like Your sure to her witcha one day boy I wouldn't to 'em Your power movement was But it ain't fix So I go with what i know I dont trust Look what the did To Bebe's kids And now we up Nobody own us yet
Noble: Verse 4] Black Cotton, im plotin on wit they homie, i'm workin without a profit, ****** 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 the reward for a strugala If the lord lovin' us then why they to see us comin' up Runnin up, Gun cocked, mask and gloves If you aint got a penny, tha bllod No Waitin' for my 40 and a blunt to blaze Biblicle times good hearts milita minds for Black Cotton I'm hoppin' over lines for Black Cotton I ain't till they givin me mine Black