Black Cotton - Eminem Lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]

Black Cotton
Black Cotton
Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tail
Ghetto gospel that is- listen
Rotten' Black Cotton in God's eyes
Speak

[Verse One: 2Pac]

Black Cotton
Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's
Cla*s 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-
Thugs 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 it's the 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/--?)(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?/It's like I'm being tested)(Rotten Black Cotton in God's eyes)
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, im plotin on wit they homie, i'm workin without a profit, ****** with all my homies, i'm hurtin but keep ur **** and it's urkin, and we ain't stoppin as curtains, you try to rize and certainly we survived as 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, black mask and gloves
If you aint got a penny, mind tha bllod
No love
Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds for Black Cotton
I'm hoppin' over enemy lines for Black Cotton
I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine
Black Cotton

[Chorus]