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 answer that then answer this too love s gonna get you 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 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 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 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 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 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 gun cocked black mask and gloves if you ain t got a penny mind the glove no love waitin for my forty acres and a blunt 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 till they givin me mine black cotton 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 claimin that i m ballin my mama told me there d be days like this but ghetto gospel get you like gospel claimin that i m ballin my mama told me there d be days like this ghetto gospel get you like gospel claimin that i m ballin my mama told me there d be days like this ghetto gospel get you like gospel claimin that i m ballin my mama told me there d be days like this but i m pissed they claimin that i m ballin they claimin that i m ballin 15