歌：Lil Wayne

作詞：D.Carter, R.Young, Mousa, Benne Benjamin, Gloria Caldwell, Sol Marcus

作曲：D.Carter, R.Young, Mousa, Benne Benjamin, Gloria Caldwell, Sol Marcus

発売：2009-10-24 12:19:05

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,
Gone is the soul who's intentions are good,
Oh lord please don't let me be missunderstood.

What's understood don't gotta be explained,
But you don't understand me so let me explain.
Ha, 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.
Ham dropping ashes in bible, I shake them out and fall on the rifle.
Scary, Hail Mary, no tail, fairy, all real very, extra-ordinary.
Perry, Mason, facin the barrel if he tattle,
My God's is my judge, no gown no gaffle,
A hound a rabel down to battle,
Now or never or will never in the effer,
Fucking fantastic, fuck if you agree I'm right,
Fuck if you agree and I'm bright
But I don't give a fuck if you see me.

Hook -
Gone is the soul who's intentions are good,
Oh lord please don't let me be missunderstood.

What's understood aint gotta be explained
So for those who undersand me Dwayne.
8 1/2 months I gave Ms. Cita pain,
Now its young money baby,
Keep the change.
And momma said fuck'em and we the same,
So hello motherfucker you got some sheets to change.
Aint it funny how people change like easter Sunday,
You know Church fit and outfits, bright pink and green chest look house lit.
Bright pinky rings, but that aint about this.
Wut you bout bitch,
Excuse my french
In motion and 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 to answer,
Its prolly on the web like I'm a damn traranchilla.
But I know you don't understand,
Cause you thought Lil Wayne was Weezy,
But Weezy is Wayne.

Hook -
Gone is the soul who's intentions are good,
Oh lord please don't let me be missunderstood.

I'm watchin TV the other day, got this white guy on talking about black guys.
Talking bout how young black guys are targeted,
Targeted by who, America.
You see, one in every 100 American's are locked up.
One in every 9 black Americans are locked up.
And see the white guy was trying to stress was
That the money we spend on sending a motherfuckers to jail
and young motherfucker to jail,
Would be less to send his/her young ass to college,
Hmm, you see another thing the white guy was stressing was that,
Our jails are populated with drug dealers, you know crack cocaine,
Stop like dat, meaning,
due to the laws we have on crack cocaine and regular cocaine,
The police are only, I don't wanna say only right but shit,
Only logic by riding around in the hood all day and not in the suburbs.
Crack Cocaine is mostly found in the hood.
You know the other thing is mostly found, you know where I'm going,
But why bring a motherfucker to jail if it aint gone standup in court.
Because this drug aint that drug, level 3, level 4, shit like that.
Haa, um hm, I guess its all a missunderstanding.
I sit back and think shit us young motherfuckers,
You know the 1 in every 9 would prolly only selliing the crack cocaine
Cause we in the hood and its not like your suburb,
we don't have the thing that you have.
Why?
I really don't wanna know the answer.
I guess we just hm, missunderstood,
You know we don't have room in the jail for the real criminals
For sex-offenders, rapist, serial killers shit like that,
Shit don't get scared. I know you saw one of those sex-offender papers,
Don't trip he live right on the end of your block.
Yeah, that nicca live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on a level 3 drug, convicted ex-con, yeah check'em out.
And what you got, you got a daughter and a son, you know what,
don't stop the track That's the good weed.
You know what I have a fucking daughter you understand me
And why the fuck would you bring my neighbor to jail
Just because the reason he live next door to me
Aint the reason I live next door to him.
Meaning,
He didn't rap his way to my neighborhood,
He sold crack cocaine to get to my neighborhood.
You move him out, bring to jail for life
And then you bring in a sex-offender.
They give me a paper, is that a missunderstanding,
Cause I don't understand it.
Another thing,
Let me take my glasses off cause
I wanna see the reaction on faces when I say this.
Ah, Mr, Al Sharpton,
Here's why I don't respect you and nobody like you.
See, you're the type that gets off on getting on other people.
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
Helping one another no matter your color or race.
But this guy and people like him
Rather speculate before the informate, if that's a word.
You know spec before check,
Anyway, meaning I much rather you talk to me 1st and see
if you can lend a opinion Before you make one.
Just my thought of Good Humanity Mr. Sharpton.

Hold on, I aint finished with you man, gotta pluck the ashes,
Umm Mr. Sharpton and anyone like you you don't know me,
So you if you're not going to try to,
then what you say or think about me are
Whatever I do is Casper the friendly ghost to me
And it doesn't make you a good person to criticize before you emprovise.
It doesn't necessarily make you a bad person,
But the characteristics fall heavily into bad's way.
But since I am human, I am good and bad as well,
But I try my hardest to stay good
And some of the thinks I do and say may be bad or not just too good.
But I do try.
So wit that said I don't fault you,
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.
You see you're no MLK, you're no Jesse Jackson,
You're Nobody to me.
You're just another Don King with a perm.ha ha ha,
Just a little more political
And that just mean you're a lil un-human then us Humans.
Ha. And now let me be human by saying
Fuck Al Sharpton and anyone like him.
Fuck if you missunderstand me,
I love being Missunderstood.
Why,
Cause I live in the suburbs
But come from the hood.
Bring the hook in.

Hook -
Gone is the soul who's intentions are good,
Oh lord please don't let me be missunde