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
