Letteratura - Step #10
Char Blackmon Jan 2019 BLACK COTTON Char Blackmon Black cotton They don’t here me They won’t listen Didn’t even believe When Tupac shakur was here Y do we work like slaves And so hard We work hard but barely get paid We use to have troops But they killing off the youth They didn’t care When Tupac Shakur was here Black cotton I’m steady hoping over Enemy lines I hear the cries of our ancestors Which lies between our ears BLACK COTTON Which GODs are theirs As we watch them dictate our graves Roll one Pass some Live to blaze the pain away Never could I imagine Not a day That I didn’t get up and pray I say Let me live and breathe Another day Don’t let me go to jail today Because of the skin of my face Christianity you say Prays of CHRIST name Images of make America great False idolizing through faith Mask off our culture fame BLACK COTTON Be born to chase a dream Anything you want to be The race of our ...