Hurt Me Soul

Lyrics

[Intro] Astaghfirullah Yeah Yeah This one right here, ha I dedicate this one right here To everybody out there… You dig? Uh-huh Check it out [Verse 1] Now I ain't trying to 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 Omitting the word "bitch"—cursing, 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 learned it from a song I heard and sort-of liked, yeah Further, ice and glamorized drug dealing was appealing 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 catching 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 1] 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 [Verse 2] I had to ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott 'Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti I'm thinking, "Golly, God, guard me from the ungodly" But by my thirtieth watching of Streets is Watching I was back to giving props again, and that was bothering 'Bout as uncomfortable as a Untouchable touching you The theme songs that niggas hustled to seemed wrong But these songs was coming true And it was all becoming cool (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 seeing 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 mindin' that nigga pimpin'—got it [Chorus 2] They took my daughter, we ain't got no water I can't get hired, their 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 (Ugh, yeah) 'cause it hurts me soul [Verse 3] So, through the Grim Reaper sickle-sharpening Macintosh marketing, oil field auguring Brazilian adolescent disarmament Israeli occupation, Islamic martyrdom (Woo) Precise, yeah, laser-guided targeting Oil-for-food bartering, terrorist organization harboring Sand-camouflaged 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 'nem They breaking in my car again Deforestation and overlogging, and Hennessy and Hypnotiq swallowing Hydroponic coughing, and... (Woo!) all the world's ills Sitting on chrome, twenty-four-inch wheels, like that [Chorus 3] 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 [Outro] Yeah, whoa-oh Hurts me soul It hurts me so, soul Whoa-oh Hurts me soul (Yeah) Whoa-oh