Text písně Black Cotton

[Intro: 2Pac] 

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 God's eyes 

[Verse One: 2Pac] 

Black Cotton 
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's 
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 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 
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) 

[Chorus: 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 being tested) 
Nobody don't care 
(Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions) 
Nobody don't care 

[Kastro: Verse 3] 

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 'em 
Your power movement was cool 
But it ain't fix nothin' 
So I just go with what i know 
I dont trust none 
Look what the 80's did 
To what's Bebe's kids 
And now we grown up 
Nobody ain't own us yet 

[Young Noble: Verse 4] 

Black cotton, I'm plottin' -- 
I'm workin' without a profit 
They shacklin' all my homies 
I'm hurtin' but keep the mind 
certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas 
What's 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 - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines 
Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine 
Black Cotton 



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