Madonna 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 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 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

• Artist:Lupe Fiasco