Add-2 – Cotton Fields Lyrics
[Verse 1: Add-2]
My granny used to prick her fingers back when she was picking cotton
Now Im picking cotton shirts, just for me to rock em
Like they threw scissors but I’m still throwin paper out
I take it to another lever, elevator route
Ridin out, windows low and my music high
Cruise till I crash like Vanilla Sky
Gil Scott-Heron died, revolution won’t be televised
I tell more vision ’cause my television tellin lies
Sugar coated like the bottom of the kool-aid made
By my cousin, fools buy jewels to prove they paid
Doin’ dirt for clean kicks, whip the whips like the master
Watch the plates past like a pastor
Pass the Peas like we used to do
And workin’ in the field where niggas use the tools
And the game is such a shame, its so insane to love the pain
And love fame of gettin lynched but niggas hang
Ain’t nothin changed since the says of the cotton field
[Hook]
But on your chain you’re still a slave, though you got a deal
And gotta deal with the people tryin to plot and kill..
Ain’t nothin changed since the says of the cotton field
[Verse 2: Add-2]
It’s just the black mans curse, that we carry since the black mans birth
3/5 is still a black mans worth
They say the black man is gold is a white man is dirt
But all the green he makes, a product of the black man’s work
Ain’t a damn thing changed, it’s still a slave trade
NFL, NBA, just ain’t the same name
All these record label execs manufacture a song
Ask Jimmy Iovine how many slaves he owns
Because music’s the new cotton, niggas is out pickin it
The minute you ain’t got a hit, see how many give a shit
You’re work is just equivalent to their financial benefit
Forgetting ??? and Tuskegee syphilis
Still Emmitt Till toss the body in the river
Cops shot Oscar Grant, ‘cus to them you’re just a nigger
Ain’t a game, such a shame, so insane, know the pain
Sang the songs of those of us who son of slaves
Ain’t nothin changed since the says of the cotton field
But on your chain you’re still a slave, though you got a deal..
My granny used to prick her fingers back when she was picking cotton
Now Im picking cotton shirts, just for me to rock em
Like they threw scissors but I’m still throwin paper out
I take it to another lever, elevator route
Ridin out, windows low and my music high
Cruise till I crash like Vanilla Sky
Gil Scott-Heron died, revolution won’t be televised
I tell more vision ’cause my television tellin lies
Sugar coated like the bottom of the kool-aid made
By my cousin, fools buy jewels to prove they paid
Doin’ dirt for clean kicks, whip the whips like the master
Watch the plates past like a pastor
Pass the Peas like we used to do
And workin’ in the field where niggas use the tools
And the game is such a shame, its so insane to love the pain
And love fame of gettin lynched but niggas hang
Ain’t nothin changed since the says of the cotton field
[Hook]
But on your chain you’re still a slave, though you got a deal
And gotta deal with the people tryin to plot and kill..
Ain’t nothin changed since the says of the cotton field
[Verse 2: Add-2]
It’s just the black mans curse, that we carry since the black mans birth
3/5 is still a black mans worth
They say the black man is gold is a white man is dirt
But all the green he makes, a product of the black man’s work
Ain’t a damn thing changed, it’s still a slave trade
NFL, NBA, just ain’t the same name
All these record label execs manufacture a song
Ask Jimmy Iovine how many slaves he owns
Because music’s the new cotton, niggas is out pickin it
The minute you ain’t got a hit, see how many give a shit
You’re work is just equivalent to their financial benefit
Forgetting ??? and Tuskegee syphilis
Still Emmitt Till toss the body in the river
Cops shot Oscar Grant, ‘cus to them you’re just a nigger
Ain’t a game, such a shame, so insane, know the pain
Sang the songs of those of us who son of slaves
Ain’t nothin changed since the says of the cotton field
But on your chain you’re still a slave, though you got a deal..
