Музыкальный сайт LIFEMUSIC. Тексты песен, дни рождения звезд, онлайн радио    
   » Онлайн радио
   » Гостевая книга
   » Музыкальные новости
   » Релизы синглов
   » Даты выхода альбомов
   » EuroTop 50
   » UK Singles Top 20
   » UK Dance Top 15
   » Тексты песен
   » Новые тексты песен
   » Сайты исполнителей
   » Настоящие имена звезд
   » Дни рождения знаменитостей

Счётчики / Counters

 Lifemusic > Lyrics > L > Lupe Fiasco > Hurt Me Soul
Текст песни Lupe Fiasco "Hurt Me Soul"

Текст песни

yea...yea, this one right here....
I dedicate this one right here....
To everybody out there, ya dig?...uh-huh...
check it out...

[Verse 1]
Now I ain't tryna be the greatest
I use to hate hiphop, 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
Omittin' the word bitch, cursin' I wouldn't say it
Me and dogs couldn't relate to the "bitch" I dated
Forgive my favorite word for her and hers alike
But I learnt it from a song I heard and 'surda' liked
Yea, further icin', glamourized drug-dealin' was appealin'
But the block's club kept it from in front our buildin'
Gangsta rap base filmin', 
became the buildin' blocks for chilren
With leakin' ceilings, catchin' drippin's with pots
Couple with compositions from Pac
Nas' it was written in the mix 
with my realities and feelin's
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, cant afford they health care
My teacher wont teach me, my master beats me
And it hurts me soul....

[Verse 2]
I had a ghetto boy bopper, Jay-z boycott
Cause he said he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
I'm thinkin' golly, God, guard me from the ungodly
But by me thirtieth washin', the streets was watchin
I was back to gettin' props again and that was botherin'
By this uncomfortable, as an 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 
at Johns were comin to and thought
What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit, 
then they drop it
The homie in the suit, pat her on the butt, then rock it
It seems I was seein' the same scene adopted
Prevalent in different things
but the witnesses indifferent to stop it
They said don't knock it, mind ya business
This business is of mine and that nigga pimpin got it.

[Refrain ]
They took my daughter, I ain't got no water
I cant 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

[Verse 3]
So through the grim reaper's sickle sharpening 
Macintosh marketin', Oil fields augerin'
Brazilian adolescent disarmament
Israeli occupation, Islamic martyrdom precise, yea
Laser-guided targetin', Oil for food bargainin'
Terrorist organization harborin'
Sand camouflauge army men, CCF sponsorin'
World conquerin', telephone monitorin'
Louis Vuitton modelin', pornographic actress honorin'
String theory ponderin', bulemic vomitin'
Catholic priest fondlin'
Preemptive bombin' and Osama ain't no bombin' them
They breakin' in my car again
Before a station and overloggin' in
Hennessy and hypnotic swallowin', hydroponic coughin' and
All the world's ills
Sittin' on chrome 24 inch wheels...

They say I'm infected, this is what I injected
I had it aborted, and got deported
My laptop got spyware, said that I cant lie here
But I got no place to go
I cant stop eatin', my best friend's leavin'
My pastor touched me, I love this country
I lost my earpiece, I hope y'all hear me
Cause it hurts me soul
Всего текстов:
Каталог :

Lupe Fiasco тексты песен