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Lupe Fiasco - Hurt Me Soul lyrics
Now I ain't tryna be the greatest I used to hate hip-hop... yup, because the women degraded But Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it A hypocrite I stated, though I only recited half Omittin the word "bitch," cursin I wouldn't say it Me and dog couldn't relate, til a bitch I dated Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta liked Yeah, for the icin, glamorized drug dealin was appealin But the block club kept it from in front of our buildin Gangsta rap-based filmings became the buildin blocks For children with leakin ceilings catchin drippins with pots Coupled with compositions from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written" In the mix with my realities and feelings Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and artistic vision I began to jot, tap the world and listen, it drop My mom can't feed me, my boyfriend beats me I have sex for money, the hood don't love me The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me And I got noooo place to gooo They bomb my village, they call us killers Took me off they welfare, can't afford they health care My teacher won't teach me, my master beats me And it huuurts meee soooul I had a ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott 'Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti I'm thinkin godly, God guard me from the ungodly But by my 30th watchin of "Streets is Watchin" I was back to givin props again and that was botherin By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touchin you The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was comin true And it was all becoming cool I found a condom on the ground that Johns would cum into and thought What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they drop it The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it It seems I was seein the same scene adopted Prevalent in different things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it They said don't knock it, mind ya business His business isn't mine and that nigga pimpin got it They took my daughter, we ain't got no water I can't get hired, they cross on fire We all got suspended, I just got sentenced So I got noooo place to gooo They threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang time They talk about my sneakers, poisoned our leader My father ain't seen me, turn off my TV 'Cause it huuurts meee soooul So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening Macintosh marketing Oil field augering Brazilian adolescent disarmament Israeli occupation Islamic martyrdom, precise Yeah, laser guided targeting Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization harborin Sand camouflage army men CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin them They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin and All the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that They say I'm infected, this is why I injected I had it aborted, we got deported My laptop got spyware, they say that I can't lie here But I got noooo place to gooo I can't stop eatin, my best friend's leavin My pastor touched me, I love this country I lost my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me 'Cause it huuurts meee soooul. |
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