Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hurt Me Soul , by - Lupe Fiasco. Release date: 26.06.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hurt Me Soul |
| Now I ain’t tryna be the greatest |
| I used to hate hip-hop… yup, because the women degraded |
| But Too $hort 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 hers and hers alike |
| But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta liked |
| Yeah, for the icin, glamorized drug dealin was appealin |
| But the block club kept it from in front of our buildin |
| Gangsta rap-based filmings became the buildin blocks |
| For children with leakin ceilings catchin drippins 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 noooo place to gooo |
| 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 huuurts meee soooul |
| 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 godly, God guard me from the ungodly |
| But by my 30th watchin of «Streets is Watchin» |
| I was back to givin props again and that was botherin |
| By this 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 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 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 and that nigga pimpin got it 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 noooo place to gooo |
| 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 huuurts meee soooul |
| 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, water, and terrorist organization harborin |
| Sand camouflage army men |
| CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin |
| Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin |
| String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin |
| Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and 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, like that |
| They say I’m infected, this is why I injected |
| I had it aborted, we got deported |
| My laptop got spyware, they say that I can’t lie here |
| But I got noooo place to gooo |
| I can’t 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 huuurts meee soooul |