Hurt Me Soul

Now I ain't tryna be the greatestI used to hate hip-hop... yup, because the women degradedBut Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played itA hypocrite I stated, though I only recited halfOmittin the word "bitch," cursin I wouldn't say itMe and dog couldn't relate, til a bitch I datedForgive my favorite word for hers and hers alikeBut I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta likedYeah, for the icin, glamorized drug dealin was appealinBut the block club kept it from in front of our buildinGangsta rap-based filmings became the buildin blocksFor children with leakin ceilings catchin drippins with potsCoupled with compositions from Pac, Nas's "It Was Written"In the mix with my realities and feelingsLiving 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 meI have sex for money, the hood don't love meThe cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built meAnd I got noooo place to goooThey bomb my village, they call us killersTook me off they welfare, can't afford they health careMy teacher won't teach me, my master beats meAnd 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 GottiI'm thinkin godly, God guard me from the ungodlyBut 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 youThe theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was comin trueAnd it was all becoming cool I found a condom on the ground that Johns would cum into and thoughtWhat constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they drop itThe homie in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock itIt seems I was seein the same scene adoptedPrevalent in different things with the witnesses indifferent to stop itThey said don't knock it, mind ya businessHis business isn't mine and that nigga pimpin got it
They took my daughter, we ain't got no waterI can't get hired, they cross on fireWe all got suspended, I just got sentencedSo I got noooo place to goooThey threw down my gang sign, I ain't got no hang timeThey talk about my sneakers, poisoned our leaderMy father ain't seen me, turn off my TV'Cause it huuurts meee soooul
So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpeningMacintosh marketingOil field augeringBrazilian adolescent disarmamentIsraeli occupationIslamic martyrdom, preciseYeah, laser guided targetingOil for food, water, and terrorist organization harborinSand camouflage army menCCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorinLouis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitinCatholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin themThey breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin andAll the world's ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that
They say I'm infected, this is why I injectedI had it aborted, we got deportedMy laptop got spyware, they say that I can't lie hereBut I got noooo place to goooI can't stop eatin, my best friend's leavinMy pastor touched me, I love this countryI lost my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me'Cause it huuurts meee soooul