Intro:
Black cotton,
Black cotton,
Black cotton,
The symbol for unrewarded struggle.
Gospel tales, ghetto gospel that is.
Listen, rotten black cotton in gods eyes.
Speak!

Verse 1:
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 high school yearbook,
Reminiscin? of the tears as the years took,
One homey, two homey, three homeyz, 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:
Nobody don't care.
Why do I try? Look to the sky ?
Nobody don't care.
Seems like my dreams. Drowned in by screams. Don't answer my questions.
Nobody don't care. (my mamma told me every day?s like this but I?m pissed)
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.

Verse 2:
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 don?t trust none,
Look what the eighties did,
To what's baby kids,
And now we grown up,
Nobody ain't own us yet.

Verse 3:
Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me
I'm workin' without a profit, they shacklin' all my homies,
I'm hurtin' but keep to mobbin?. It?s ?,
And when we stop its curtains, and try to rise,
And certainly we survive with Outlaw 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 like nasty gloves,
If you aint got a penny, mind it blood, no love,
Waitin' for my 40 acres and a blunt to blaze,
Biblical times good hearts with militia minds,
Black Cotton, I'm hoppin' over enemy lines,
Black Cotton, I ain't stoppin' till they givin? me mine,
Black Cotton.

Chorus:
Nobody don't care.
Why do I try? Look to the sky ?
Nobody don't care.
Seems like my dreams. Drowned in by screams. Don't answer my questions.
Nobody don't care. (my mamma told me every day?s like this, but I?m pissed)
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.
Why do I try? Look to the sky ?
Nobody don't care.
Seems like my dreams. Drowned in by screams. Don't answer my questions.
Nobody don't care. (my mamma told me every day?s like this, but I?m pissed)
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.

Outtro:
Told me every day?s like this (black cotton, rotten black cotton, rotten black cotton)
Told me every day?s like this (rotten black cotton in God?s eyes, rotten black cotton, rotten black cotton)
(He?s gonna get ya, He?s gonna get ya.)
My mamma told me, my mamma told me every day?s like this but I?m pissed.
Booyaka, booyaka, booyaka (booyaka, booyaka)
(He?s gonna get ya, He?s gonna get ya.)
Rotten black cotton in God?s eyes. (they claim that we violent)
Black cotton.