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June 1, 2008 -- In her March 2007 statement before the House Armed Services Committee, Maj. Gen. Gale S. Pollock, thenacting surgeon general of the U.S. Army and...

I could see a Roomba at my house....It would take one look at all the pet hair and run and hide under the couch in fear.... I got out the gloves for the morning drive to work earlier this week too. Stupid cold weather. ...

2Pac feat Eminem- Makaveli Returns-Tupac-Ghetto Gospel-Black Cotton Remix LYRICS Nigga Westsite (Yeaha) They Said..... If I could recollect before my hood days I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on the good days I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em They tested, it was stressed that they under We never really went throught that We were born BC, you an me Before Crack In our days, things changed Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts cause any day they'll push the button and yall condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothing Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly there's no need for you to fear me if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me it ain't about black or white, cause we're human I hope we see the light before its ruined My Ghetto Gospel Ghetto Gospel Ghetto Gospel Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy Guess she's given birth to a baby I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan We jump into another form of slavery Even now I get discouraged Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage I refuse to be a role model I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles (Its Pac,Makaveli) I make mistakes, I learn from everyone And when its said and done I bet this Brotha be a better one,One, One If I'm upset, you don't stress Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet YET I feel his hand on my brain When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang But am I less holy Cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies Before we find world peace We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets My Ghetto Gospel Ghetto Gospel... UH My Ghetto Gospel Robbin' Black Cotton in God's eyes Speak 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 (Em and Andre') Answer that then answer this too- Loves gonna get ya you know it's true life's a bitch true You best to backtrack and try to act black and live Not to be phony and positive but why be negative? What's the matter G? Black cat got your tongue Fat track gotcha sprung now your hung (Do ya feel me?) Dum dum diddy is it me? Attempt to reach each and every brother on the streets If not peace then at least let's get a piece I'm tired of seeing bodies on the streets- deceased Lookin' through my highschool yearbook Reminiscin' of the tears as the years took One homie, two homie, three homies - PROOF We used to have troops but now there's no more youth to shoot God come save the misbegotten Lost ghetto souls of Black Cotton (In God's eyes) [Chorus: Eminem] Nobody don't care (No matter how hard I try/Look to the sky/and I ask God why) Nobody don't care (Seems like my dreams/Drowned in by screams/No answer to my questions) Nobody don't care (Feels like I'm pressed/Why do I stress?/It's like I'm being tested) Nobody don't care (Seems like my prayers/Vanish to thin air/Please answer my questions) Nobody don't care [Kastro: Verse 3] In the belly of the beast I'm bubbling up Running out of luck, about to self destruct Old heads say live your life like such Your sure to catch her witcha one day boy I wouldn't listen to 'em Your power movement was cool But it ain't fix nothin' So I just go with what i know I dont trust none Look what the 80's did To what's Bebe's kids And now we grown up Nobody ain't own us yet [Young Noble: Verse 4] Black cotton, I'm plottin' on what they owe me I'm workin' without a profit They shacklin' all my homies I'm hurtin' but keep the mind And we ain't stop, its cutains, you try to rise and Certainly we survive with Outlaw Ridas What's the reward for a strugala If the lord lovin' us then why they hate to see us comin' up Runnin up, Gun cocked like nasty gloves If you aint got a penny, mind the glove No love Waitin' for my 40 acas and a blunt to blaze Biblicle times good hearts with milita minds Black Cotton - I'm hoppin' over enemy lines Black Cotton - I ain't stoppin' till they givin me mine Black Cotton [CHORUS]

Author: LilCash217
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Added: June 25, 2008