Black Cotton (Original Version)

作曲：2PAC

作词：2PAC

Black cotton

Black cotton

I couldn't help but notice your pain

My pain it runs deep

Cocky god's eyes

Speak

Black cotton steady stressing smith and wessons

Caught mylessons classes in session

The worst question is the first question

Why do we work like slaves

Sweat and blades to an early grave

Never got paid but still we slave in the nine train

Answer that then answer this too

Love's gonna get you you know it's true

Life's a ** true

You best a black track and try to act black and blue

Not to be phony and positive but why be negative

What's the matter g

Black cat got your tongue fat track got you swung

Now yo do you feel me dumb dumb diddy it's a meat

Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets

If not beast then at leastlet's get a piece

I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets

Disease looking through my high school year book

Reminiscing other tears as the years took

One homie two homie three homie two

We used to have troops

But nowthere's no more youth to shoot

God come save them

It's begotten lost ghetto souls of black cotton

In god's eyes

Mama told me there'd be days like this

But on this rotten black cotton in god's eyes

Told me there'd be days like this

Fat black cotton god's eyes

My mama told me there'd be days like this

But I'm pissed fat black cotton god's eyes

Black cotton rotten in the rest every day's a test I

Stress protection where a vest is your best bet

Be on point make sure your back has got money

Hungry thinking bout the tax pot

Jewels and fat knots get popped on the corner

Slanging ** wanna get paid

Wasn't born with the silver spoon never had it made

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 the foot out

Shouting about the negative vibes

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 j saycrack vibe

Sand piles on my doorstep

The future scares me you don't hear me

A double m is kept ready to cop

Young blackmail to the top can't be stopped

Straight from the school of hard knocks

God come satan misforgotten lost ghetto

Souls of black cops and the gods out

Yeah the queen of the fallen riding

Black cotton in god's eyes

The queen of the fallen riding

Black cotton in god's eyes

Mama told me there'd be days like this

But I'm pissed off black cotton in god's eyes

Pissed

Straight ** they claim that I'm calling calling

Mama told me there'd be days like this

But I'm pissedblack ** ** straight pissed black

** ** mama told me there'd be days like this

But i'm pissed it's gonna get you in guards

I'm pissed it's gonna get you in guards

I get you straight pissed black ** ** they

Claim that I'm tell me what it comes

Like a

Everybody knows