Hurt me soul lyrics

[Intro]

Astaghfirullah, yeah!

Yeah, this one right here, ha

I dedicate this one right here

To everybody out there…

Ya dig?

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, till 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' 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 dropped

[Hook]

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 a 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 30th watching of Streets is Watching

I was back to giving props again, and that was bothering

'Bout as uncomfortable as an untouchable touching you

The theme songs that niggas hustle to seemed wrong

But these songs was coming 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 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 mine and that nigga pimping, got it

[Hook]

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 '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

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 and them

They breaking in my car again

Deforestation and overlogging, and

Hennessy and Hypnotiq swallowing

Hydroponic coughing, and

All the world's ills

Sitting on chrome 24-inch wheels

Like that

[Hook]

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]

It hurts me soul

It hurts me soul

Hurts me soul