Cotton Songtext
True and living God
True and living God
You showed us what it's really like to go against the odds
Shadow after shadow aiming barrels at my head
This what happens when they find out we was never telling lies
The foretelling of sworn felons who prophesy
Who know the Bible is alive and look it in the eyes
Mirror mirror
My reflection is clearer
My protection is nearer
True and living God
You showed us what it's really like to go against the odds
Shadow after shadow aiming barrels at my head
This what happens when they find out we was never telling lies
The foretelling of sworn felons who prophesy
Who know the Bible is alive and look it in the eyes
Mirror mirror
My reflection is clearer
My protection is nearer
When my connection is purer
That Ghost Holy
That image I hold closely
All they get is love and forgiveness when they approach me
What you doing, ya debt is forgiven
You do not owe me, no stress
My emotions and feelings they don’t control me
I’m blessed
I have no curse to pronounce upon anybody
I’m going up
Like the elevator in the lobby
And when I get there I need the Lord to identify me
All dressed up, covered in blood, His Spirit inside me
Money not made outta paper
It’s made of cotton
Slaves would pick it after it blossom
Master would trade it for gold profits
But history has faded, this has been forgotten
Today it seems like we got options now God’s people counting tender legal by the pound
But don’t forget about the 1933 lock-in
They kept the gold and gave us dollars
We still counting cotton
"Yeah, straight up, that's what I was trying to explain to you. It's not really made of paper. That's why it don't really rip easy. It's really made of cotton, nomsayin? Listen, how much I owe you? 80? 20, 40, 60, 80, 100. Here, keep the change."
It’s freedom in you God
Freedom on you God, yes
I was is the dark lost until you lit a star
The cost of living and the wages of sin is death
Pursuing anything but you makes me my only threat
Respect
I was raised where hope is rarely found
At any given moment they raise the scope and stare you down
Where there's no such thing as innocent
In a sense, if it’s money on your head
Your fate can lie in a cent
Some do dirt and then repent
It’s no forgiveness in the clip
They exclude the sentiments
They want grace without giving it
They start a war and then they quit
Spend lawyer money defending it
Embracing their demons
Spot provocative images
For they soul back they fiending
Devil promised them freedom
But he can’t cover that order
They let his aura deceive them
Freedom is completed in Yeshua, He frees us
Trust Him, 'cause without Him even God would be speechless
Money not made outta paper
It’s made of cotton
Slaves would pick it after the blossom
Master would trade it for gold profits
But history has faded, this has been forgotten
Today it seems like we got options now
God’s people counting tender legal by the pound
But don’t forget about the 1933 lock-in
They kept the gold and gave us dollars we still counting cotton
Still slaves still counting cotton
"Contrary to popular belief, money isn't actually made from paper but printed on a material made from 75% cotton and 25% linen..."
"It is the faith in the government of the United States that gives the U.S. currency its value. It's not backed by gold, it's not backed by anything except people's confidence in the United States of America..."
That Ghost Holy
That image I hold closely
All they get is love and forgiveness when they approach me
What you doing, ya debt is forgiven
You do not owe me, no stress
My emotions and feelings they don’t control me
I’m blessed
I have no curse to pronounce upon anybody
I’m going up
Like the elevator in the lobby
And when I get there I need the Lord to identify me
All dressed up, covered in blood, His Spirit inside me
Money not made outta paper
It’s made of cotton
Slaves would pick it after it blossom
Master would trade it for gold profits
But history has faded, this has been forgotten
Today it seems like we got options now God’s people counting tender legal by the pound
But don’t forget about the 1933 lock-in
They kept the gold and gave us dollars
We still counting cotton
"Yeah, straight up, that's what I was trying to explain to you. It's not really made of paper. That's why it don't really rip easy. It's really made of cotton, nomsayin? Listen, how much I owe you? 80? 20, 40, 60, 80, 100. Here, keep the change."
It’s freedom in you God
Freedom on you God, yes
I was is the dark lost until you lit a star
The cost of living and the wages of sin is death
Pursuing anything but you makes me my only threat
Respect
I was raised where hope is rarely found
At any given moment they raise the scope and stare you down
Where there's no such thing as innocent
In a sense, if it’s money on your head
Your fate can lie in a cent
Some do dirt and then repent
It’s no forgiveness in the clip
They exclude the sentiments
They want grace without giving it
They start a war and then they quit
Spend lawyer money defending it
Embracing their demons
Spot provocative images
For they soul back they fiending
Devil promised them freedom
But he can’t cover that order
They let his aura deceive them
Freedom is completed in Yeshua, He frees us
Trust Him, 'cause without Him even God would be speechless
Money not made outta paper
It’s made of cotton
Slaves would pick it after the blossom
Master would trade it for gold profits
But history has faded, this has been forgotten
Today it seems like we got options now
God’s people counting tender legal by the pound
But don’t forget about the 1933 lock-in
They kept the gold and gave us dollars we still counting cotton
Still slaves still counting cotton
"Contrary to popular belief, money isn't actually made from paper but printed on a material made from 75% cotton and 25% linen..."
"It is the faith in the government of the United States that gives the U.S. currency its value. It's not backed by gold, it's not backed by anything except people's confidence in the United States of America..."
