Black Cotton (Album Version|Explicit)
2Pac, Eminem, Kastrom, Noble"Black Cotton (Album Version|Explicit)" ist ein Song von 2Pac, Eminem, Kastrom, Noble, 2004, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:53, 105 lines / 609 words.
Songtext
0:21Black cotton black cotton black cotton
0:35A symbol for unrewarded struggle
0:37Time for a little gospel tale
0:40Ghetto gospel that is listen
0:46Robbings black cotton in god's eyes speak
0:53Black cotton
0:54Steady stressing smith and wessons
0:55Count my blessings
0:56Class is in session the worst question
0:58Is the first question
0:59Why do we work like slaves
1:00Sweating blades to an early grave
1:02Never got paid but still we slave em and andre
1:05Answer that then answer this too
1:07Loves gonna get ya you know
1:09It's true life's a b**ch true
1:10You best to backtrack
1:12And try to act black and live
1:13Not to be phony and positive
1:15But why be negative
1:16What's the matter G
1:17Black cat got your tongue
1:18Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung
1:20Do ya feel me
1:21Dum dum diddy is it me
1:23Attempt to reach each and every
1:26Brother on the streets
1:27If not peace then at least let's get a piece
1:30I'm tired of seeing bodies
1:31On the streets deceased
1:33Looking through my high school yearbook
1:35Reminiscing of the tears as the years took
1:38One homie two homie three homies poof
1:41We used to have troops but now
1:42There's no more youth to shoot
1:45God come save the misbegotten
1:47Lost ghetto souls of black cotton
1:49Nobody don't care
1:51(No matter how hard I try look to the sky)
1:53(And I ask god why)
1:55Nobody don't care
1:56(Seems like my dreams drowned in by screams)
1:58(No answer to my questions)
2:00Nobody don't care
2:02(Feels like I'm pressed why do I stress )
2:04(It's like I'm being tested)
2:06Nobody don't care
2:07(Peems like my prayers vanish to thin air)
2:10(Please answer my questions)
2:11Nobody don't care
2:12In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up
2:15Running out of luck about to self destruct
2:18Old heads say live your life like such
2:20Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy
2:22I wouldn't listen to them
2:24Your power movement was cool
2:26But it ain't fix nothing
2:27So I just go with what I know
2:28I don't trust none
2:30Look what the 80's did to us baby kids
2:32And now we grown up
2:34Nobody ain't own us yet
2:35Black cotton
2:35I'm plotting on what they owe me
2:37I'm working without a profit
2:38They shackling all my homies
2:39I'm hurting but keep the momoners irking
2:42And we ain't stop It's cutains
2:43You try to rise
2:44And certainly we survive with outlaw ridas
2:46What's the reward for a strugala
2:48If the lord loving us then
2:50Why they hate to see us coming up
2:51Running up gun cocked like nasty gloves
2:54If you ain't got a penny
2:55Mind the glove no love
2:57Waiting for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze
3:00Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds
3:03Black cotton I'm hopping over enemy lines
3:06Black cotton I ain't stopping till
3:07They giving me mine black cotton
3:09(No matter how hard I try look to the sky)
3:12(And I ask god why)
3:14Nobody don't care
3:15(Seems like my dreams drowned in by screams)
3:18(No answer to my questions)
3:19Nobody don't care
3:21(Feels like I'm pressed why do I stress )
3:23(It's like I'm being tested)
3:25Nobody don't care
3:26(Seems like my prayers vanish to thin air)
3:29(Please answer my questions)
3:31Nobody don't care
3:32(No matter how hard I try look to the sky)
3:35(And I ask god why)
3:36Nobody don't care
3:37(Seems like my dreams drowned in by screams)
3:40(No answer to my questions)
3:42Nobody don't care
3:43(Feels like I'm pressed why do I stress )
3:46(It's like I'm being tested)
3:47Nobody don't care
3:49(Seems like my prayers vanish to thin air)
3:51(Please answer my questions)
3:53Nobody don't care
Black cotton black cotton black cotton A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tale Ghetto gospel that is listen Robbings black cotton in god's eyes speak Black cotton Steady stressing smith and wessons Count my blessings Class is in session the worst question Is the first question Why do we work like slaves Sweating 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 b**ch 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 Looking through my high school yearbook Reminiscing 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 being tested) Nobody don't care (Peems 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 them Your power movement was cool But it ain't fix nothing 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 plotting on what they owe me I'm working without a profit They shackling all my homies I'm hurting but keep the momoners irking 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 loving us then Why they hate to see us coming up Running up gun cocked like nasty gloves If you ain't got a penny Mind the glove no love Waiting for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds Black cotton I'm hopping over enemy lines Black cotton I ain't stopping till They giving me mine black cotton (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
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