[Intro: 2Pac]

Black cotton, Black cotton

Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle (Westside)

Time for a little gospel tale (Westside)

Ghetto gospel, that is, listen

Rotten black cotton in God's eyes

Speak

[Verse 1: 2Pac]

Black cotton, steady stressin', Smith & Wessons, count my blessings

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

Love's gonna get you, 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 got you sprung, now you're hung, do you 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 seein' 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 & 2Pac]

Nobody don't care, no matter how hard I try

(My mama told me there'd be days like this, but I'm pissed)

Look to the sky, and I ask God why

(Rotten black cotton in God's eyes)

Nobody don't care, seems like my dreams

(My mama told me there'd be days like this, but I'm pissed)

Drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions

(Rotten black cotton in God's eyes)

Nobody don't care, feels like I'm pressed

(My mama told me there'd be days like this, but I'm pissed)

Why do I stress? It's like I'm bein' tested

(Rotten black cotton in God's eyes)

Nobody don't care, seems like my prayers

Vanished in thin air, please answer my questions (My man)

Nobody don't care

[Verse 2: Kastro]

In the belly of the beast I'm bubblin' up (Uh-huh)

Runnin' out of luck, about to self-destruct (Uh-huh)

Old heads say live your life like such

You're sure to catch her with your 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 nothin'

Look what the '80s did to us baby kids

And now we grown up, nobody ain't own us yet

[Verse 3: Young Noble]

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 in mind, it ain't irkin'

And we ain't stop, it's curtains

You try to rise and certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridaz

What's the reward for a struggler?

If the law lovin' us, then why they hate to see us comin' up?

Runnin' up, gun cocked, black mask and gloves

If you ain't got a penny, mind the glove, no love

Waitin' for my forty acres and a blunt to blaze

Biblical times, good hearts with milita minds

For black cotton, I'm hoppin' over enemy lines

For black cotton, I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine

Black Cotton

[Chorus: Eminem & 2Pac]

Nobody don't care, no matter how hard I try

(Yeah, they claim niggas' ballin')

Look to the sky, and I ask God why

(Rotten black cotton in God's eyes)

Nobody don't care, seems like my dreams

(You ain't never ballin')

Drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions

(Rotten black cotton in God's eyes)

Nobody don't care, feels like I'm pressed

(My mama told me there'd be days like this, but I'm pissed)

Why do I stress? It's like I'm bein' tested

(Rotten black cotton in God's eyes)

Nobody don't care, seems like my prayers

(Pissed, straight pissed)

Vanished in thin air, please answer my questions

Nobody don't care

[Outro: 2Pac]

Claimin' that I'm ballin'

My mama told me there'd be days like this, but—

Ghetto gospel, get you like gospel

Claimin' that I'm ballin'

My mama told me there'd be days like this

Ghetto gospel, get you like gospel

Claimin' that I'm ballin'

My mama told me there'd be days like this

Ghetto gospel, get you like gospel

Claimin' that I'm ballin'

My mama told me there'd be days like this, but I'm pissed

They claimin' that I'm ballin'

They claimin' that I'm ballin'