Black Cotton
Black Cotton
Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Robbin Black Cotton in Gods eyes
Speak
Black Cotton
Steady stressin Smith and Wessons count my blessins
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-
Loves gonna get ya you know its true lifes a bitch true
You best to backtrack and try to act black and live
Not to be phony and positive but why be negative?
Whats 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 lets get a piece
Im tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased
Lookin through my highschool yearbook
Reminiscin of the tears as the years took
One homie, two homie, three homies - POOF
We used to have troops but now theres no more youth to shoot
God come save the misbegotten
Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In Gods eyes)
Nobody dont care
(No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/and I ask God why)
Nobody dont care
(Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions)
Nobody dont care
(Feels like Im pressed/Why do I stress?/Its like Im being tested)
Nobody dont care
(Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions)
Nobody dont care
In the belly of the beast Im 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 wouldnt listen to em
Your power movement was cool
But it aint fix nothin
So I just go with what i know
I dont trust none
Look what the 80s did
To whats Bebes kids
And now we grown up
Nobody aint own us yet
Black cotton, Im plottin on what they owe me
Im workin without a profit
They shacklin all my homies
Im hurtin but keep the mind
And we aint stop, its cutains, you try to rise and
Certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas
Whats the reward for a strugala
If the lord lovin us then why they hate to see us comin up
Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind the glove
No love
Waitin for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds
Black Cotton - Im hoppin over enemy lines
Black Cotton - I aint stoppin till they givin me mine
Black Cotton
|
