"Hurt Me Soul" lyrics - LUPE FIASCO

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Yeah
This one right here, huh
I dedicate this one right here
To everybody out there
Ya 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 Short 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, till 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 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"
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 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 a ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott
'Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinking godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But by my 30th 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 hustle to
Seem wrong, but these songs was coming 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 seeing 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, then that nigga pimping got it
Woo, uhn

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 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
'Cause it hurts me soul

Uhn, yeah
So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening
Macintosh marketing
Oil field auguring
Brazilian adolescent disarmament
Israeli occupation
Islamic martyrdom, precise, yeah
Laser guided targeting
Oil for food bartering
Terrorist organization harboring
Sand camouflage army men, CCF sponsoring
World conquering,
Telephone monitoring
Louis Vuitton modeling
Pornographic actress honoring
String theory pondering
Bulimic vomiting
Catholic priest fondling
Pre-emptive bombing and
Osama ain't no bombing them
They breaking in my car again
Deforestation and overlogging and
Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing
Hydroponic coughing and (woo)
All the world's ills
Sittin' on chrome 24-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)
Oh (yeah) it hurts me soul (yeah)
Oh, it hurts me soul (uhn)
Oh, it hurts me soul (yeah)
Oh