Letra No place to go (hurts me soul) Lupe Fiasco

No place to go (hurts me soul)

[Verse 1:] Now i aint tryna be the greatest I used to hate hip hop Yep, because the women degraded But Too Short made me laugh, Like a hypocrit i played it A hypocrit i state it Though I only recited half Omittin the word bitch, cursin i wouldnt say it Me and dawg couldnt relate to the bitch that i dated Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike But i heard it from a song i heard and sorta liked Yea, for the ice and glamourized drug dealin Was appealin but the block club kept it from infront of our buildin Gangsta rap base filmins became the buildin blocks for children With leakin ceilins catchin drippens with pots Couple word compositions from pac Nas's it was written In the mix with my realities, and feelins Livin conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom And artistic vision i began to jot Tap the world and listen, it dropped: My mom cant feed me My boyfriend beats me I have sex for money The hood dont 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 killas Took me off they wellfare Cant afford they healthcare My teacher wont teach me My master beats me And it hurts me soul [Verse 2:] I had a ghetto boy boppa Jay-z boycott Cause he said that he never prayed to god he prayed to goddy Im thinkin golly god guard me from the ungodly But from my thirthieth watchin The streets was watchin i was back to givin props again And that was botherin Bout as 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 at johns recomin to and thought What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit Then they drop if the homie in the suit pat her on the butt then rock it It seems i was seein the same scene adopted Prefermentin different things with the witnesses and different to stop it They said dont knock it mind your business His business isnt mine then that nigga pimpin got it They took my daughter We aint got no water I cant get hired The 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 aint got no hang time They talkin bout my sneakers They posoined our leader My father aint seen me Turn off my TV And it hurts me soul [Verse 3:] So through the grim reaper sickle sharpenin Macintosh marketin, all you feel augurin Brazilian adolescent disarmberment Israeli occupation Islamic moded him precise Yea, laser got a target in Oil for full botherin Terrorist organization harborin Sand camoflague army men CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin Louie Vuiton modelin, pornographic actress honorin String theory ponderin, bullemick vomitin Catholic preist fondlin ???? They breakin in my car again be forestation in Ovalaganin (not spelt right) Hennesey and hypnotic swallowin Hydroponic coughin and All the world's ills Sittin on chrome 24 inch wheels Like that They say im infected This is what i injected I had it aborted We got deported My laptop got spyware Say that i cant lie here But i got no place to go I cant stop eatin My best friends leavin My pastor touched me I love this country I lost my ear piece I hope yall hear me Cause it hurts me soul