King Cotton, I'm king cotton, I'm a tell you like this It's your boy Lil' B I'm honest 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 our field, long nights forgotten Put in next to the... drugs, fast food Killers... much quicker, don't forget your eat vegetables nigger Often the kids turn killers, stripped of our pride Our home connected to blogs In the streets wave Rome and Africa We'd probably be in a throne Shit you never know, they ship the slaves back to Africa We enslave ourselves, talking about Europeans to hate ourselves Identity problems, the magazine... The news tell me something different Call this negro a nigger, call his color in black Bitch let's face the facts A toast to have more work for americans and blacks It took a civil rights moving, just to get us attack How the fuck we couldn't vote because the color of our skin I ain't no radical, I ain't no racist I'm question I'm anxious Down south it's much worse, we on a slave just started Fucking slave masters, niggers all the bitches retarded You tell 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 them I move on with my life, I got love for the world Why the fuck they burned that church with them 4 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 at 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 hood... they think the car is 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 Real words of separation, that's hate my brother A lot of them 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 rapping the... Niggers 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 King cotton, they call me king cotton, I'm king cotton King cotton, I'm king cotton They call me, I'm king cotton, I'm king cotton