Lil' Wayne - Don't Get It (Misunderstood) lyrics

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Baby, you understand me now

If sometimes you see that I'm mad

Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel

When everything goes wrong, you see some bad

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Uh, misunderstood ain't gotta be explained

But you don't understand me so let me explain (heh heh)

Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow

Please slow down hurricane

The wind blow, my dreads swing

He had hair like wool, like Wayne (huh)

Dropping ashes in the bible

I shake em out and they fall on the rifle

Scary, hail Mary no tale fairy

All real very, extraordinary

Perry Mason facing, the barrel if he tattle

My god is my judge, no gown no gavel

Uh, I'm a rebel, time to battle

Now or never, I would never, in the ever

Fucking fantastic, fuck if you agree

I'm bright but I don't give a fuck if you see me

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Uh, what's understood ain't gotta be explained

So for those who understand meet Tha Wayne

For eight and a half months I gave Ms. Cita pain

Now it's Young Money baby, keep the change

My momma say fuck 'em, and we the same

So hello motherfucker you got some sheets to change

And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday

You know church fit them outfit

Bright pink and green chest look house lit

Bright pinky rings but that ain't about this

What you about bitch?

Excuse my French emotion in my passion

But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion

What are you asking, if I don't have the answer

It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula

But I know you don't understand

'Cause you thought Lil' Wayne is Weezy

But Weezy is Wayne

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

I watched T.V. the other day right

Got this white guy on there talkin' 'bout black guys

Talkin' about how young black guys are targeted

Targeted by who

America

You see, one in every 100 Americans are locked up

One in every, 9 black Americans are locked up

And see what the white guy was trying to stress was that

The money that we spend on sending a motherfucker to jail

A young motherfucker to jail

Would be less to send, his or her young ass to college (heh)

See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that

Our jails are populated with drug dealers

You know crack, cocaine, yeah, stuff like that

Meanin' due to the laws we have on crack cocaine and regular cocaine

The police are only

I don't want to say only right, but shit

Only logic by riding around in the hood all day

And not in the suburbs, because

Crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood

And um, you know the other thing is mostly found...

You know where I'm going

But why bring a motherfucker to jail

If it's not goin' stand up in court

Because this drug ain't that drug

You know level 3, level 4 drug, shit like that (heh heh)

Mmm hmm, I guess it's all a misunderstanding, and um

I sit back and think well shit us young motherfuckers,

You know, that 1 in every 9

We probably only selling the crack cocaine just because we in the hood

And it's not like the suburbs

We don't have the things that you have

Why? I really don't want to know the answer, but uh

I guess we just misunderstood uh, yeah

You know we don't have room in the jail

Now for the real motherfuckers, the real criminals, you know

Sex offenders, rapists, serial killers, shit like that

Don't get scared, don't get scared

I know you saw one them sex offenders papers

Don't trip, he live right on the end of your block, mmm hmm

Yeah, that nigga live right down the street from you

Sex offender on a level 3 drug, convicted, ex-con, yeah, check him out

And what you got, you got daughters, son, what you got?

Yeah, well you know what (coughing) that's the good weed

You know what? I have a fuckin' daughter

You understand me? And, why the fuck would you bring my neighbor

To jail just because the reason why he live next door to me

Ain't the reason why I live next door to him

Mean that, he didn't rap his way to my fuckin' neighborhood

He sold crack cocaine to get to my neighborhood

You move him out, bring him to jail for life

And then you move in a sex offender, heh heh heh

They givin' me a paper, heh heh

Is that a misunderstanding, 'cause I don't understand it

'Nother thing, let me take my glasses off

'Cause I want to see the reaction on the faces when I say this

Uh, Mr. Al Sharpton, here's why I don't respect you

And nobody like you, hmm hmm, see

You're the type that gets off on gettin' on other people, heh hehe

That's not good, no homo

And rather unhuman I should say

I mean, given the fact that humanity, well, good humanity rather

To me, is helpin' one another, no matter your color or race

But this guy, and people like him

They'd rather speculate before they informate, if that's a word, heh heh

You know, 'spect before check, anyway

Mean that, I much rather you talk to me first and see if you

Can learn an opinion before you make one

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Just my thought of good humanity, Mr. Sharpton (heh heh)

Hold on, I ain't finished with you man

Gotta pluck the ashes, mmm hmm, hold on, um

Mr. Sharpton, and anyone like you, you don't know me

So, if you're not goin' to try to, then what you say

Or think about me, or whatever I do is totally Casper the friendly ghost

To me, and, it doesn't make you a good person to

Criticize before you improvize

Doesn't necessarily make you a bad person neither but

The characteristics fall heavily into bad sway, hah hah

But since I am human, I am good and bad as well

But I try my hardest to stay good

And some of the things I do and say may be bad, or just not too good

But I do try

So with that said, I don't fault you, I mean, you're only human

Good or bad, but I also don't respect you

And I don't care if that's good or bad, heh heh

You see you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson

You a nobody, to me, you're just another Don King with a perm

Heh heh, just a little more political

And that just means you're a little unhuman than us humans

And now, let me be human by sayin' fuck Al Sharpton

And anyone like him, fuck if you understand me

I love being misunderstood, why?

'Cause I live in the suburbs but I come from the hood

Bring the hook in

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

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