2Pac - Black Cotton (OG) | Текст песни

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[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]

Mama told me they'd be day's like this but I'm pissed
Rotten black cotton in God's eyes
(Pissed)
Told me they'd be days like this
(They claim that I'm violent)
Rotten black cotton in God's eyes
My mama told me they'd be day's like this but I'm pissed
Rotten black cotton in God's eyes
Yo Mouse man
(They claim that I'm violent)
Hit

[Verse Two: Mouseman]

Black cotton
Rotten as the rest everyday's a test I stress
Protection wear a vest is your best bet
Be on point make sure you're back it's got
Money hungry thinking 'bout the jack pot
Jewels and fat knot's get props
On the corner slanging marijuana wanna get, paid
Wasn't born with the sliver spoon
(Never had it made)
That's why I act up you say I'm crazy lazy
But this is what you gave me don't have enough to feed my baby
If I decide to sell my soul, swallow my pride you can't
Hide from the truth the youth is dying inside
Look out instead of putting a foot out
Shouting about the negative vibe's look in my eyes mad cause they on the prize
No need to wonder on the under try to stay low
I gotta make my mail slanging that just say no
Crack vial's stay in piles on my door step
The future scare's me you don't hear me
A double M is kept, ready to cock
Young black males to the top
Can't be stopped, straight from the school of hard knocks


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