Black Cotton

Black cotton, black cotton

Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle (Westside)

Time for a little gospel tale (Westside)

Ghetto gospel, that is, listen

Rotten black cotton in God's eyes

Speak

Black cotton, steady stressin', - count my blessings

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

Love's gonna get you, you know it's true, life's a -, 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 got you sprung, now you're hung, do you feel me?

Dum-dum-diddy, is it 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 seein' bodies on the streets deceased

Lookin' through my high school 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 -

God, come save the misbegotten

Lost ghetto souls of black cotton in God's eyes (nobody don't care)

No matter how hard I try, look to the sky (my mama told me there'd be days like this, but I'm pissed)

And I ask God why (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? (My mama told me there'd be days like this, but I'm pissed)

It's like I'm bein' tested (rotten black cotton in God's eyes)

Nobody don't care

Seems like my prayers vanished in thin air (my man)

Please answer my questions

Nobody don't care

In the belly of the beast, I'm bubblin' up (uh-huh)

Runnin' out of luck, about to self-destruct (uh-huh)

Old heads say live your life like such

You're sure to catch her with your 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 don't trust nothin'

Look what the '80s did to us baby kids

And now we grown up, nobody ain't own us yet

Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me

I'm workin' without a profit, they shacklin' all my homies

I'm hurtin', but keep in mind, it ain't irkin'

And we ain't stop, it's curtains you try to rise

And certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridaz

What's the reward for a struggler?

If the law lovin' us, then why they hate to see us comin' up?

Runnin' up, -, black mask and gloves

If you ain't got a penny, mind the glove, no love

Waitin' for my 40 acres and a - to blaze

Biblical times, good hearts with milita minds

For black cotton, I'm hoppin' over enemy lines

For black cotton, I ain't stoppin' 'til they givin' me mine (nobody don't care)

Black Cotton

No matter how hard I try (yeah, they claim niggas' ballin')

Look to the sky, and I ask God why (rotten black cotton in God's eyes)

Nobody don't care

Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams (you ain't never ballin')

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 bein' tested (rotten black cotton in God's eyes)

Nobody don't care

Seems like my prayers vanished in thin air (pissed, straight pissed)

Please answer my questions (rotten black cotton in God's eyes)

Nobody don't care

No matter how hard I try (my mama told me there'd be days like this, but I'm pissed)

Look to the sky, and I ask God why (they claimin' that I'm ballin')

Nobody don't care

Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams (rotten black cotton in God's eyes)

No answer to my questions (claimin' that I'm ballin')

Nobody don't care

Feels like I'm pressed, why do I stress? (My mama told me there'd be days like this, but I'm pissed)

It's like I'm bein' tested (claimin' that I'm ballin')

Nobody don't care

Seems like my prayers vanished in thin air (pissed, straight pissed)

Please answer my questions (rotten black cotton in God's eyes)

Nobody don't care (claimin' that I'm ballin')

Mama told me there'd be days like this

Black gospel, black gospel

Claimin' that I'm ballin'

Told me there'd be days like this (black gospel, black gospel)

They claim that I'm ballin' (my mama told me there'd be days like this)

Black gospel (booyaka)

They claim that I'm ballin' (booyaka, booyaka, booyaka)

Rotten black cotton in God's eyes

They claim that I'm ballin'

Black cotton