Letra da Música Hurt Me Soul de Lupe Fiasco

[Verse 1]
Now i aint tryna be the greatest
I used to hate hip hop
Yep, because the women degraded
But Too Short made me laugh,
Like a hypocrit i played it
A hypocrit i state it
Though I only recited half
Omittin the word bitch, cursin i wouldnt say it
Me and dawg couldnt relate to the bitch that i dated
Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike
But i heard it from a song i heard and sorta liked
Yea, for the ice and glamourized drug dealin
Was appealin but the block club kept it from infront of our buildin
Gangsta rap base filmins became the buildin blocks for children
With leakin ceilins catchin drippens with pots
Couple word compositions from pac
Nas's it was written
In the mix with my realities, and feelins
Livin 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 sex 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 killas
Took me off they wellfare
Cant afford they healthcare
My teacher wont teach me
My master beats me
And it hurts me soul

[Verse 2]
I had a ghetto boy boppa
Jay-z boycott
Cause he said that he never prayed to god he prayed to goddy
Im thinkin golly god guard me from the ungodly
But from my thirthieth watchin
The streets was watchin i was back to givin 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 at johns recomin to and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit
Then they drop if the homie in the suit pat her on the butt then rock it
It seems i was seein the same scene adopted
Prefermentin different things with the witnesses and different to stop it
They said dont knock it mind your business
His business isnt mine then that nigga pimpin got it

They took my daughter
We aint got no water
I cant 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 aint got no hang time
They talkin bout my sneakers
They posoined our leader
My father aint seen me
Turn off my TV
And it hurts me soul

[Verse 3]
So through the grim reaper sickle sharpenin
Macintosh marketin, all you feel augurin
Brazilian adolescent disarmberment
Israeli occupation
Islamic moded him
precise
Yea, laser got a target in
Oil for full botherin
Terrorist organization harborin
Sand camoflague army men
CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin
Louie Vuiton modelin, pornographic actress honorin
String theory ponderin, bullemick vomitin
Catholic preist fondlin ????
They breakin in my car again
be forestation in Ovalaganin (not spelt right)
Hennesey and hypnotic swallowin
Hydroponic coughin and
All the world's ills
Sittin on chrome 24 inch wheels
Like that

They say im infected
This is what i injected
I had it aborted
We got deported
My laptop got spyware
Say that i cant lie here
But i got no place to go

I cant stop eatin
My best friends leavin
My pastor touched me
I love this country
I lost my ear piece
I hope yall hear me
Cause it hurts me soul