Madonna Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

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 

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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 

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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, teah 

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