[Intro:
Black Cotton Black - A symbol for unrewarded struggle for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- Rotten' Cotton in God's eyes
[Verse One:
Cotton Steady Smith and Wessons count my blessin's Class is in session the worst is the first question Why do we work like slaves sweatin' blades to an grave Never got paid but still we slave (In the tre') Answer then answer this too- Thugs gonna get ya you it's true life's a bitch true You best to backtrack and try to act and live Not to be and positive but why be negative? the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum it's the me? Attempt to reach and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- 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 more to shoot God save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In eyes)
[Chorus:
Nobody don't (No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/--?)(Rotten Black in God's eyes) don't care (Seems my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes) Nobody don't (Feels I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes) don't care (Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin answer my questions) Nobody care
Verse 3]
In the of the beast I'm bubbling up Running out of luck, about to self Old heads say live your life such Your sure to catch her one day boy I listen to 'em power movement was cool But it ain't fix So I go with what i know I trust none what the 80's did To what's Bebe's 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, ****** 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 as Outlaw Ridas What's the reward for a If the lord lovin' us then why they to see us comin' up Runnin up, Gun cocked, black mask and If you aint got a penny, tha bllod No Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to times good hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton I'm hoppin' over enemy for Black Cotton I ain't stoppin' till givin me mine Black