Lupe Fiasco - Madonna (and Other Mothers In the Hood) 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 k** n***as Tried to go work, but work ain't work Work ain't work for the feel n***a Really make me feel like a field n***a Make me feel worse, really tryna' chill But inside I feel like a steel mill, n***a And it's hard when these n***as 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 f** with, your momma Madonna I be just trying make it I be just trying make it I be just trying make it I be just trying make it They be just trying break us They be just trying break us They be just trying break us They be just trying break us 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 f** with, your momma Madonna No man shall touch this Lord said nobody can f** 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 f** with, your momma Madonna No man shall touch this Lord said nobody can f** with, your momma Madonna Mama said my son never been no k**er 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 k**er 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