Lupe Fiasco's Hurt Me Soul Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Now I ain't trying to be the greatest
I used to hate hip hop
Yep, 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 b____, cursing I wouldn't say it
Me and dawg couldn't relate to the b____ I dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike
But I heard it from a song I heard and sorta liked
Yea, further ice and glamorized drug dealing
Was appealing but the block club kept it from in front of our building
Gangsta rap base filmings became the buildin 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 dropped

My mom cant feed me
My boyfriend beats me
I have s__ for money
The hood dont 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 healthcare
My teacher won't teach me
My master beats me
And it hurts me soul

[Verse 2]
I had a ghetto boy bopper
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 by my thirthieth watch in the streets
Is watching I was back to givign props again
And that was bothering
Bout as uncomfortable as an untouchable touchinf you
The theme songs that n____s hustle to
Seem wrong but these songs was cominf true
And it was all becominf cool
I found a condom on the ground that johns were coming to and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit
Then they drop it, the homie in the suit pat her on the b___ then rock it
It seems I was seein the same scene adopted
Prefermenting different things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it
They said dont knock it mind your business
His business isn't mine then that n____ pimping 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 poisoned 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 sharpening
Macintosh marketing, all you feel auguring
Brazilian adolescent disarmberment
Israeli occupation
Islamic moded him
precise
Yea, laser got a target in
Oil for food bothering
Terrorist organization harboring
Sand camoflague army men
CCF sponsoring, world conquering, telephone monitoring
Louie Vuiton modeling, p___ographic actress honoring
String theory pondering, bulemic vomiting
Catholic priest fondling
Preemptive bombing in
Osama and Obama them
They breakin in my car again
Before a station in Ovalaganin
Hennesey and hypnotic swallowing
Hydroponic coughing 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 eating
My best friends leaving
My pastor touched me
I love this country
I lost my ear piece
I hope yall hear me
Cause it hurts me soul