1. 1.
    Kralın* loyal to the game albümünden mükemmel parça. cast'ini eminem yapmıştır.

    [Intro: 2Pac]

    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

    [Verse One: 2Pac]

    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 (In the nine tre')
    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 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/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

    [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, 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 mind
    And we ain't stop, its 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 aint 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

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