Black Cotton Lyrics - 2pac

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? 

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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) 

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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