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Lil Wayne - Misunderstood/Don't get it (Lyrics)

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Published on Mar 19, 2013

Lyrics:
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, what's understood 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

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