2pac Black Cotton Lyrics

Black Cotton Lyrics

Black cotton, black cotton, black cotton

A symbol for unrewarded struggle

Time for a little gospel tale

Ghetto gospel that is, listen

Robbin's black cotton in God's eyes, speak



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 Em and Andre



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 seein' bodies on the streets, deceased

Lookin' through my high school 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



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



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

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 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



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 the momoners irkin'

And we ain't stop, it's cutains, you try to rise

And 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 ain't 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



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

  (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