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Hurt Me Soul (Explicit Album Version)

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 dropMy 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 soulI 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 itThey 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 soulSo 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 thatThey 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

Songwriters

TONY CAMILLOPublished by

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