2pac - Black Cotton - Eminem lyrics

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2pac - Black Cotton - Eminem lyrics

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 Speak Black Cotton Steady stressin' Smith and Wessons count my blessin's Cla** 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 b**** 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?) Dumb dumb 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 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) 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 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 don't 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 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 c***ed 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 militia 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) 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

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