Did'ja ever stop to think...That I'm old enough to go to war, but I ain't old enough to drink?

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? Sweat n' blaze 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 highschool yeeaarbook,
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)