Lupe Fiasco Hurt Me Soul текст песни, слова песни Hurt Me Soul Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco - Hurt Me Soul
Now I ain't tryna be the greatest
I used to hate hip hop
Yep, because the women degraded
But Too Short made me laugh,
Like a hypocrit I played it
A hypocrit I state it
Though I only recited half
Omittin the word bitch, cursin I wouldnt say it
Me and dawg could'ntrelate to the bitch that I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike
But I heard it from a song I heard and sorta liked
Yea, for the ice and glamourized drug dealin
Was appealin but the block club kept it from infront of our buildin
Gangsta rap base filmins became the buildin blocks for children
With leakin ceilins catchin drippens with pots
Couple word compositions from pac
Nas's it was written
In the mix with my realities, and feelins
Livin conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom
And artistic vision I began to jot
Tap the world and listen, it dropped:
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 killas
Took me off they wellfare
Can't afford they healthcare
My teacher won't teach me
My master beats me
And it hurts me soul
[Verse 2:]
I had a ghetto boy boppa
Jay-z boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to god he prayed to goddy
I'm thinkin golly god guard me from the ungodly
But from my thirthieth watchin
The streets was watchin I was back to givin props again
And that was botherin
Bout as 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 becomin cool
I found a condom on the ground at johns recomin to and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit
Then they drop if the homie in the suit pat her on the butt then rock it
It seems I was seein the same scene adopted
Prefermentin different things with the witnesses and different to stop it
They said don't knock it mind your business
His business isnt mine then that nigga pimpin got it
They took my daughter
We ain't got no water
I can't get hired
The 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 talkin bout my sneakers
They posoined our leader
My father ain't seen me
Turn off my TV
And it hurts me soul
[Verse 3:]
So through the grim reaper sickle sharpenin
Macintosh marketin, all you feel augurin
Brazilian adolescent disarmberment
Israeli occupation
Islamic martyrdom
Precise
Yea, laser got a target in
Oil for full botherin
Terrorist organization harborin
Sand camoflague army men
CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin
Louie Vuiton modelin, pornographic actress honorin
String theory ponderin, bullemick vomitin
Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and Obama them
They breakin in my car again
Deforestation and overloggin and
Hennesey 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 what I injected
I had it aborted
We got deported
My laptop got spyware
Say that I can't lie here
But I got no place to go
I can't stop eatin
My best friends leavin
My pastor touched me
I love this country
I lost my ear piece
I hope ya'll hear me
Cause it hurts me soul
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