[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   Speak      [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/--?)   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' --   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      [Chorus]