[Produced by DJ Dahi]

[Intro: 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

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

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 ain’t got, got a meal 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

[Pre-Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]

No man shall prosper

Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel, lil mama

Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)

No man shall prosper

Lord knows if I said it, it's gospel, your momma

Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]

No man shall touch this

Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma

Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)

[Post-Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]

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

Interlace your fingers, and put your hands behind your head

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

White T on they shoulders, what drags em off through those 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 yeah

Santa Maria, Madre de Dios, ruega por nosotros pecadores

Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte, amen

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]

No man shall touch this

Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma

Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)

No man shall touch this

Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma

Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]

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

[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]

No man shall touch this

Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma

Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)

No man shall touch this

Lord said nobody can fuck with, your momma

Madonna (donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna)

[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]

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"