Lupe Fiasco — Madonna (And Other Mothers In The Hood) lyrics

Lyrics

Immaculate mother of the holy soul
On behalf of the overdose
We come to you uncomfortable in our ways
Please don’t slam the door all in my face
Tried to go to church, church ain’t work
Still want to kill niggas
Tried to go work, but work ain’t work
Work ain’t work for the feel nigga
Really make me feel like a field nigga
Make me feel worse, really tryna' chill
But inside I feel like a steel mill, nigga
And it’s hard when these niggas steal mama
What, when you and God gotta mill still mama
Living off a meal deal mama, can’t stunt
With them lil' wheels mama, need a real purse real heels mama
How dem liquors and them pills feel mama, lil' mama
No man shall prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it’s gospel, lil' mama
Madonna
No man shall prosper
Lord knows if I said it, it’s gospel, your momma
Madonna
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna
I be just trying make it I be just trying make itÂ
I be just trying make itÂ
I be just trying make itÂ
They be just trying break us They be just trying break usÂ
They be just trying break usÂ
They be just trying break usÂ
White T on they shoulders
What drags em off through the streets
In the whip wit' they soldiers
Stations of the police
Trying to stick all this time to me Trying to stick all these crimes to me Could you just send a dime to me Mama please send a sign to me What’s looking like life?
Is probation and a fine to me Lawyer said I’d be alright
But I think that he lying to me They really wanna throw those lines to me Put me in a line, put the knives to me Put me in the sky, put it to my side
Then push it inside of me Holy mother of the blessed soul
They don’t love you there, they love you here
I love you like I’m Mexico
Say, «Santa Maria, Madre de Dios
Ruega por nosotros pecadores
Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte, amen
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna
They sent them all to the slaughter
Baby mama, no father
He was hanging round them murderers
And them prostitutes and them robbers, yeah
Them dope fiends and that water, yeah
Wit' angel dust in they nostrils, yeah
They hit em up wit' that chopper
She was holdin' him, in her hands
Just like Stigmata, yeah
Said you gon' live here forever
Salvation and treasure
You gon' live here forever, yeah
Died like Ricky on his mama couch
Right there in his mama house
Only child, the holy mama’s your mama now
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna
No man shall touch this
Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma
Madonna
Mama said my son never been no killer
Mama said my son never been no gangster
No drug dealer, no gang member
Mama said my son never been no trouble
Mama said my son never been no trouble
Mama said my son never been no killer
Mama said my son never been no gangster
No drug dealer, no gang member
Mama said my son never been no trouble
Mama said my son never been no trouble