2Pac

(Tupac)
Black cotton, black cotton
Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle
Time for a little gospel tale
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-trey
Answer that, then answer this, too
Love's gonna get you, you know it's true
Life's a bitch, true
You're 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 got ya sprung
Now ya hung, do you feel me
Dum, dum, diddy - Is it me
Attempt to reach, each and every brother on the streets
If not peace then, at least then let's get a piece
I'm tired of seein' bodies on the streets, deceased
Lookin' through my high school year book
Reminiscing on 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
The lost ghetto souls of black cotton

(Chorus)
Nobody to care
(No matter how hard I try,
Look to the sky,
We rise to black cotton)
Nobody to care
(Seems like my dreams,
Drowned in by screams,
No answer to my questions)
Nobody to care
(Feels like I'm pressed,
Why do I stress?
It's like I'm being tested)
Nobody to care
(Seems like my prayers,
Vanish to thin air,
Please answer my questions)
Nobody to care

(Kastro)
In the belly of the best, I'm bubbling up
Runnin' outa luck, about to self-destruct
Old heads say, "Live your life like such,
You're sure to catch her witch'ya one day, boy"
I wouldn't listen to em
Your power movement was cool
But it ain't fixed nothin',
So I just go on with what I know
I don't trust nothing
Look what the eighties did,
Too much baby kids,
And now we grown up
Nobody ain't own us yet

(Young Noble)
Black coton,
I'm plottin' on what they owe me
I'm workin' without a profit
They shacklin' all my homies, I'm hurtin'
But keep my mind when it's lurkin' 'em
And we ain't stoppin' these curtains
We try to rise for certain
We survive with Outlaw Riddas
What's the reward for a struggla
If the Lord lovin' us
Then why they hate to see us comin' up
Runnin' up, gun cock, black mask and gloves
And if you ain't got a pitty mind then blow
No love
Waitin' for my forty-eight
Cos there's a blunt to blaze
Difficult times
Good hearts with millitian minds
Black cotton,
I'm hoppin' over enemy lines
Black cotton,
I ain't stoppin' til they givin' me mine
Black cotton

(Chorus x1)