Yeah, yeah, this one right here
I dedicate this one right here
To everybody out there, you dig? Check it out
Now I ain't tryna 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
Omittin' the word 'Bitch', cursin', 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 icin', glamorized drug dealin' was appealin'
But the block club kept it from in front of our buildin'
Gangsta rap-based filmings
Became the buildin' blocks for children
With leakin' ceilings, catchin' drippin's with pots
Coupled with compositions from Pac, Nas' '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 thinkin' godly, God guard me from the ungodly
But 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' 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
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 seein' 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 pimpin' 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 sharpenin'
Macintosh marketing, oil field augurin'
Brazilian adolescent disarmament
Israeli occupation, Islamic martyrdom, precise
Yeah, laser guided targetin'
Oil for food, water and terrorist organization harborin'
Sand camouflage army men, CCF sponsorin'
World conquerin', telephone monitorin'
Louis Vuitton modelin', pornographic actress honorin'
String theory ponderin', bulimic vomitin'
Catholic priest fondlin', pre-emptive bombin'
And Osama and no bombin' them
They breakin' in my car again
Deforestation and overloggin'
And Hennessey and Hypnotic swallowin'
Hydroponic coughin' 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 leavin'
My pastor touched me, I love this country
I lost my ear piece, I hope y'all hear me
'Cause it hurts me soul
It hurts me soul
It hurts me soul
Hurts me soul
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