Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Cotton, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Song language: English
Black Cotton |
| 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 |
| 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) |
| 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 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 |
| 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 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 |