Songtexte: Lupe Fiasco. Food & Liquor. Hurt Me Soul.

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 drippins 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 noooo place to gooo

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 huuurts meee soooul



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 golly, 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 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 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 noooo place to gooo

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 huuurts meee soooul



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 barterin, terrorist organization harborin

Sand camouflage army men

CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin

Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin

String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin

Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin them

They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and

Hennessy 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 noooo place to gooo

I can't 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 huuurts meee soooul