King Cotton

King Cotton, I’m king cotton
I’ma tell you like this it’s your boy Lil’ B

I’m harnessed by some shit that
I ain’t even seen
Demons in my mind, blood on the field
We got stripped of our love
Had to pick out cotton
Hard work on the field, long nights forgotten
Put us next to the beer and drugs, fast food
Kill us off much quicker, don’t
Forget to eat vegetables, nigga
Often the kids turn killers
Stripped of our pride
Our home connected to blocks
In the streets where we roam, in Africa
We’d probably be on a throne
Shit you never know
They ship the slaves back to Africa
We enslave ourselves
Taught by the Europeans to hate ourselves
Identity problems
The magazines look nothing like you
The news tell me something different
Called us negro and nigga
Called us colored and black
Bitch let’s face the facts
A toaster have more worth
In America than blacks
It took a Civil Rights movement
Just to get us intact
How the fuck we couldn’t vote because
The color of our skin
I ain’t a radical, I ain’t no racist
I’m questions I’m anxious
Down south it’s much worse
Where all that slave shit started
Fucking slave masters
Nigga are them bitches retarded you feel me?
And we always forget about
The Native Americans but really, we on Earth
Fuck the names and the labels, stereotypes
Generalizations, try to put me in a box
Took my soul and raped it
I can never forget it
But I have to forgive 'em
I move on with my life
I got love for the world
But why the fuck they burned that
Church with them four little girls
And I say quit you feel me
And they say "quit dwelling on
The past it’s over"
But what the fuck they learn in school
How the fuck is it over?
How the fuck can I forget about
The people hanging off a tree?
For the simple fact they look like me

What am I supposed to tell my
Kids when they hearing these things
What am I supposed to tell my kids
When the cops pull them over
Can’t even wear a hoodie
They think the car's stolen
But on the real life changing for the better
Cause this music gonna bring us together
Quit saying black and white
Because it ain’t no color
Really words of separation
That’s hate my brother
A lot of the laws, they was created from hate
A lot of blood and war
Created by the United States
Lot of drugs and guns kept
The people in place
I refuse to have a race, bitch I’m gray
You feel me and I’m saying let’s keep it
True to my roots, that’s the people
Where I come from instead
Of repping the stoop
Niggas dying on the block
Better think about it just watch
My grandfather was a slave
That’s the fucking truth
King cotton, I’m king cotton