Lupe Fiasco - Hurt Me Soul lyrics

Astaghfirullah yeah
Yeah this one right here, ha
I dedicate this one right here
To everybody out there… you dig?
Uh, huh check it out
Now I ain't trying to 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
Omitting the word "bitch" cursing
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 learned it from a song
I heard and sort-of liked, yeah
Further, ice and glamorized drug
Dealing was appealing
But the block club kept it from
In front of our building
Gangsta rap based filmings became
The building blocks
For children with leaking ceilings
Catching drippings with pots
Coupled with compositions from 'Pac
Nas's It Was Written
Intermixed 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 no place to go
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 hurts me soul

I had to ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott
'Cause he said that he never prayed to God
He prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking, "Golly, God
Guard me from the ungodly"
But by my thirtieth watching
Of Streets is Watching
I was back to giving props again
And that was bothering
'Bout as uncomfortable as a
Untouchable touching you
The theme songs that niggas
Hustled to seemed wrong
But these songs was coming true
And it was all becoming cool (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 seeing the same scene adopted
Prevalent in different things with the
Witnesses indifferent to stop it
They said, "Don't knock it
Mind your business"
His business isn't mindin' that
Nigga pimpin' got it

They took my daughter, we ain't got no water
I can't get hired, their cross on fire
We all got suspended, I just got sentenced
So I got no place to go
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
(Ugh, yeah) 'cause it hurts me soul

So, through the Grim Reaper sickle-sharpening
Macintosh marketing, oil field auguring
Brazilian adolescent disarmament
Israeli occupation, Islamic martyrdom (Woo)
Precise, yeah, laser-guided targeting
Oil-for-food bartering
Terrorist organization harboring
Sand-camouflaged army men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering
Telephone monitoring louis Vuitton modeling
Pornographic actress honoring
String theory pondering, bulimic vomiting
Catholic Priest fondling, preemptive bombing
And Osama and Obama 'nem
They breaking in my car again
Deforestation and overlogging, and
Hennessy and Hypnotiq swallowing
Hydroponic coughing, and
(Woo) all the world's ills
Sitting on chrome, twenty-four-inch wheels
Like that

They say I'm infected
This is why I inject it
I had it aborted, we got deported
My laptop got spyware
They say that I can't lie here
But, I got no place to go
I can't stop eating, my best friend's leaving
My pastor touched me, I love this country
I lost my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me
'Cause it hurts me soul
Yeah, whoa oh hurts me soul
It hurts me so, soul whoa oh
Hurts me soul (yeah) whoa oh