Lil B — 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