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Lupe Fiasco - Hurt Me Soul (Explicit Album Version)

Hurt Me Soul
Lupe Fiasco
04:22
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[Intro:]
Astaghfirullah!
This one right here,
I dedicate this one right here
To everybody out there.
Ya dig?

[Verse 1:]
Now I ain't tryna 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,
Omittin' the word "bitch", cursin' – 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 learned it from a song I heard and sort of liked.
Yeah, further ice and glamorized drug dealing was appealin',
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 catchin' 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.

[Chorus:]
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 healthcare,
My teacher won't teach me, my master beats me,
And it hurts me soul.

[Verse 2:]
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', "Golly, God, guard me from the ungodly!"
But by my 30th watchin' of "Streets is Watching"
I was back to givin' props again and that was botherin',
'Bout as uncomfortable as an 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 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 your business,
His business isn't mine and that nigga pimping got it."

[Chorus:]
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 talk about my sneakers, poisoned our leader,
My father ain't seen me,
Turn off my TV ‘cause it hurts me soul.

[Verse 3]
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 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, preemptive bombing,
And Osama and Obama in them,
They breaking in my car again, deforestation, and overlogging, and
Hennessy and Hpnotiq swallowing, hydroponic coughing, and
All the world's ills, sittin' on chrome twenty-four inch wheels, like that.

[Chorus:]
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.

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