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ルーペ・フィアスコ( Lupe Fiasco )
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Hurt Me Soul
[Incomprehensible] Yeah, yeah, this one right here I dedicate this one right here To everybody out there, you dig? Check it out
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' drippin's with pots
Coupled with compositions from Pac, Nas' '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 no place to go
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 hurts me soul
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 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 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 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
So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpenin' Macintosh marketing, oil field augurin' Brazilian adolescent disarmament Israeli occupation, Islamic martyrdom, precise
Yeah, laser guided targetin' 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', bulimic vomitin' Catholic priest fondlin', pre-emptive bombin' And Osama and no bombin' them
They breakin' in my car again Deforestation and overloggin' And Hennessey 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 no place to go
I can't stop eatin', my best friend's leavin' My pastor touched me, I love this country I lost my ear piece, I hope y'all hear me 'Cause it hurts me soul
It hurts me soul It hurts me soul Hurts me soul
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