Needlz - Hurt Me Soul lyrics

[Produced by Needlz] [Intro] Astaghfirullah This one right here I dedicate this one right here To everybody out there… Ya digggggg [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 "b**h", cursing - I wouldn't say it Me and dog couldn't relate, till a b**h 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's "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 drop [Hook] My mom can't feed me, my boyfriend beats me I have s** for money, the hood don't love me The cops wanna k** me, this nonsense built me And I got no place to go They bomb my village, they call us k**ers 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 n***as 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 prostituteis the pursuit of profit Then they drop it The homie in a suit pat her on the bu*t, 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 n***a pimping got it" [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening Macintosh marketing Oil field augering Brazilian adolescent disarmament Israeli occupation Islamic martyrdom, precise Yeah, laser guided targeting Oil for food bartering, terrorist organization harboring Sand camouflage army men CCF sponsoring, world conquering, telephone monitoring Louis Vuitton modeling, p**nographic actress honoring String theory pondering, bulimic vomiting Catholic priest fondling, preemptive bombing And Osama and Obama in 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