Hurt Me Soul

Now I ain't trying to be the greatest I used to hate hip-hop, yup, because the women degraded But Too Short 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 learnt it from a song I heard and sorta liked Yeah, for the icing, 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" 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 thinking godly, 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 By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touching you The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem 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 ya business His business isn't mine and that nigga pimping 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 sharpening Macintosh marketing Oil field auguring Brazilian adolescent disarmament Israeli occupation Islamic martyrdom, precise Yeah, laser guided targeting Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization harboring Sand camouflage army men CCF sponsoring, world conquering, telephone monitoring Louis Vuitton modeling, pornographic actress honoring String theory pondering, bullimic vomiting Catholic priest fondling, pre-emptive bombing and Osama and no bombing them They breaking in my car again, deforestation and overlogging and Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowing, hydroponic coughing 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 leaving My pastor touched me, I love this country I lost my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me Cause it hurts me soul