Black Cotton (feat. 2Pac, Young Noble & Eminem)

[2Pac]

Black Cotton, Black Cotton

Black Cotton—a symbol for unrewarded struggle

Time for a little gospel tale

Ghetto gospel, that is, listen!

Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes

Speak!

Black cotton, steady stressin', Smith & Wessons, 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 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 got you sprung, now you're 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 seein' 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 there's no more youth to shoot

God, come save the misbegotten

Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (in God's eyes)

[Eminem]

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 bein' tested)

Nobody don't care (Seems like my prayers

Vanished in thin air, please answer my questions)

Nobody don't care

[Kastro]

In the belly of the beast I'm bubblin' up

Runnin' out of luck, about to self-destruct

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 none

Look what the 80's did to us baby kids

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

[Young Noble]

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, gun cocked, black mask and gloves

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

Waitin' for my 40 acres and a blunt to blaze

Biblical times, good hearts with milita minds

Black Cotton—I'm hoppin' over enemy lines

Black Cotton—I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine

Black Cotton

[Eminem]

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 bein' tested)

Nobody don't care (Seems like my prayers

Vanished in thin air, please answer my questions)

Nobody don't care