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Black Cotton - 2Pac
Black cotton, black cotton, black cotton

A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tale
Ghetto gospel that is, listen

Robbings black cotton in god's eyes, speak

Black cotton
Steady stressing smith and wessons
Count my blessings
Class is in session the worst question
Is the first question
Why do we work like slaves,
Sweating blades to an early grave
Never got paid but still we slave em and andre
Answer that then answer this too
Loves 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 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 seeing bodies
On the streets, deceased
Looking through my high school yearbook
Reminiscing 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
Nobody don't care
(No matter how hard I try look to the sky)
(And I ask god why)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams drowned in by screams)
(No answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's like I'm being tested)
Nobody don't care
(Peems like my prayers vanish to thin air)
(Please answer my questions)
Nobody don't care
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 them
Your power movement was cool
But it ain't fix nothing
So I just go with what I know,
I don't trust none
Look what the 80's did to us baby kids
And now we grown up,
Nobody ain't own us yet
Black cotton,
I'm plotting on what they owe me
I'm working without a profit
They shackling all my homies
I'm hurting but keep the momoners irking
And we ain't stop, It's cutains,
You try to rise
And certainly we survive with outlaw ridas
What's the reward for a strugala
If the lord loving us then
Why they hate to see us coming up
Running up, gun cocked like nasty gloves
If you ain't got a penny,
Mind the glove no love
Waiting for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds
Black cotton I'm hopping over enemy lines
Black cotton I ain't stopping till
They giving me mine, black cotton
(No matter how hard I try look to the sky)
(And I ask god why)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams drowned in by screams)
(No answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's like I'm being tested)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to thin air)
(Please answer my questions)
Nobody don't care
(No matter how hard I try look to the sky)
(And I ask god why)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my dreams drowned in by screams)
(No answer to my questions)
Nobody don't care
(Feels like I'm pressed, why do I stress?)
(It's like I'm being tested)
Nobody don't care
(Seems like my prayers vanish to thin air)
(Please answer my questions)
Nobody don't care