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