Eminem

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
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)
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
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
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
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
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'