Black car, Black car Black cotton, the symbol for unrewarded struggling Time for me to stop, gospel tale, ghetto gospel that it is Listen, it's coming, it's gonna get you Rotten black cotton in God's eyes, it's coming, it's gonna get you Speak, it's black cotton, steady stressors Smith and Wessons count my blessings, classes and sessions The worst question is the first question Why do we work like slaves, sweating blades through an early grave Never got paid, but still we slaves in the non-trade Answer that, then answer this too Love's gonna get you, you know it's true Life's a bitch, true You better 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 you sprung Now you're hooked, do you feel me? Dumb, dumb, diddy, it's a 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 Deceit's 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 ever cared I've heard all these raps like, what's with all these casses? I ain't got nothing, nobody cares I've heard all these raps like, where I'm at, boss What are you doing to my mind? Nobody ever cared I've heard all these raps like, what's with all these casses? I ain't got nothing, nobody cares I've said like my prayers I managed to think fast but before I question Nobody ever cared In the back of the Bs, I'm bubbling up Running out of love, about to self-destruct Old head saying, live your life like such You're sure to catch up with your one-day boy I wouldn't listen to him The power movement was cool But it ain't fixed nothing So I just go with what I know I don't trust nothing Look what the 80s did To us baby kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't grown up Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me I'm working without a profit They shacklin' all my homies I'm hurtin' but keepin' mommin' It's hurtin' and we ain't stoppin' It's hurtin', just try to ride this Certainly, we survivors How all riders What's the reward for a struggler? If the Lord lovin' us Then why they hate to see us comin' up? Runnin' up, gun cocked, black mask and gloves If you ain't got it, pay me my honey blood No love, waitin' for my 40 acres In the blood to blaze Biblical times Good hearts with militant minds For black cotton I'm hoppin' over enemy lines For black cotton I ain't stoppin' till they givin' me mine Black cotton Gotta have my tribe Look what I've got Rocks got pride But nobody got me Say my dreams are drowned with ice When you don't answer my question Nobody got me I'm slidin' down the deck I'm wild about stress It's like I'm being tested Nobody got me Say just like my prayers For the menace that they've been Please don't answer my question Nobody got me I'm hoppin' out the tracks I'm lookin' for those guys That's not as God blessed But nobody got me Say my dreams are drowned with ice When you don't answer my question Nobody got me I'm slidin' down the deck I'm wild about stress It's like I'm being tested Nobody got me Say just like my prayers For the menace that they've been Please don't answer my question Nobody got me My mama told me there'd be days like this Black costume, I catch it Black costume, you know it And I'm flyin' My mama told me there'd be days like this Black costume, you know it Black costume, you know it My mama told me there'd be days like this For the bitch Big flame in the bottom Runnin' down the coast Savage Big flame in the bottom It's like cotton