متن آهنگ Black Cotton از Eminem

متن آهنگ Black Cotton از Eminem

Black cotton Black cotton Black cotton, a symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tale Ghetto gospel that is, listen Rotten black cotton in God's eyes Speak Black cotton Steady stressin', Smith and 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 trey) Answer that, then answer this too Love's 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 got you 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 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) Nobody don't care (No matter how hard I try, look to the sky, and I ask God why) Nobody don't care (Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions) Nobody don't care (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 In the belly of the beast, I'm bubbling up (uh-huh) Running out of luck, 'bout to self destruct (uh-huh) Old heads said live your life like such It's sure to catch up with you 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 80s did To us baby kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't want us 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 it mob and it's irkin' And we ain't stop, it's curtains You try to rise and certainly we survive as Outlaw Riders What's the reward for a struggler? If the lord loving us then why they hate to see us comin' up? Running up, gun cocked, black mask and gloves If you ain't got it, pay me mind and blood, no love Waitin' for my forty acres and a blunt 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' 'til they giving me mine Black cotton (nobody don't care) (No matter how hard I try, look to the sky, and I ask God why) Nobody don't care (Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions) Nobody don't care (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 (No matter how hard I try, look to the sky, and I ask God why) Nobody don't care (Seems like my dreams, drowned in by screams, no answer to my questions) Nobody don't care (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 My mama told me there'd be days like this (black cotton) (Rotten black cotton in God's eyes) My mama told me there'd be days like this (black cotton) (Rotten black cotton in God's eyes) My mama told me there'd be days like this (black cotton) (Rotten black cotton in God's eyes) (Rotten black cotton in God's eyes) Black cotton