Lupe Fiasco - Hurt Me Soul Video
Yeah...yeah, this one right here....
I dedicate this one right here....
To everybody out there, ya dig?...uh-huh...
Check it out...
Verse 1
Now I ain't tryin' 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
Omittin' the word bitch, cursin' I wouldn't say it
Me and Dog couldn't relate 'til a bitch I dated
Forgive my favorite word for her and hers alike
But I learned it from a song I heard and sorta liked
Yea, further ice and glamorized drug-dealin' was appealin'
But the block club kept it from in front our buildin'
Gangsta rap based filmings became the building blocks for children
With leakin' ceilings catchin' 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
Refrain
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, cant afford they health care
My teacher wont 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 watching of the streets is watchin
I was back to giving 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 that Johns would cum into and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit, then they drop it
The homie in the 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 ya business
His business isn't mine, then that nigga pimpin got it.
Refrain
They took my daughter, I ain't got no water
I cant 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
Verse 3
So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening
Macintosh marketin', Oil fields augerin'
Brazilian adolescent disarmament
Israeli occupation, Islamic martyrdom precise, yea
Laser-guided targetin', Oil for food barterin'
Terrorist organization harborin'
Sand camouflage army men, CCF sponsorin'
World conquerin', telephone monitorin'
Louis Vuitton modelin', pornographic actress honorin'
String theory ponderin', bulemic vomitin'
Catholic priest fondlin'
Preemptive bombin' and Osama ain't no bombin' them
They breakin' in my car again
Deforestation and overloggin' and
Hennessy and hypnotic swallowin', hydroponic coughin' and
All the world's ills
Sittin' on chrome 24 inch wheels...
Refrain
They say I'm infected, this is why I inject it
I had it aborted, and got deported
My laptop got spyware, said that I cant lie here
But I got no place to go
I cant stop eatin', my best friend's leavin'
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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