Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
Now I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nikka so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell, counting days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?
Sometimes it's hard, to wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons I don't wanna hear 'em anymore
Got me heartbroken, fine, so many babies screamin'
Cause they seein' destruction before they see a human bein'
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')
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
Now I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nikka so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell, counting days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?
Sometimes it's hard, to wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons I don't wanna hear 'em anymore
Got me heartbroken, fine, so many babies screamin'
Cause they seein' destruction before they see a human bein'
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')
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