DontGetIt

(album: Tha Carter III - 2008)

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 oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Ugh, what's understood ain't got to be explained
But you don't understand me, so let me explain
Heh, stood in the heat, the flame
The snow, "Please, slow down, hurricane"
The wind blow, my dreads swang
"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
A hound, a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, or whenever, and the F for
"Fucking fantastic"—fuck if you agree
I'm bright, but I don't give a fuck if you see me

But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

What's understood ain't got to be explained
So for those who understand, meet Dwayne
For eight and a half months, I gave Miss Cita pain
Now it's Young Money, baby—keep the change
My mama say, "Fuck 'em!" And we're 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, then outfit
Bright pink and green chest look house-lit
Bright pinky rings, but that ain't about this—what you 'bout, bitch?
Excuse my French emotion 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 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 was Weezy, but Weezy is Wayne

But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

I'm watching TV the other day, right? Got this white guy on there talking 'bout black guys. Talking about how young black guys are targeted. Targeted by who? America

You see, one in every one hundred Americans are locked up. One in every nine 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

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. Meaning, 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 gonna stand up in court? Because this drug ain't that drug. You know; Level 3, Level 4 drugs, shit like that

Mhm... I guess it's all a misunderstanding. And um, I sit back and think, well shit, us young motherfuckers, you know, that one in every nine: we probably only selling the crack cocaine just because we're in the hood, and it's not like your suburbs. We don't have the things that you have. Why? I really don't want to know the answer. But I guess we just misunderstood, huh? 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. Oh, don't get scared, don't get scared. I know you saw one of them sex-offender papers! Don't trip, he live right on the end of your block, mhm. Yeah, that nigga live right down the street from you. Sex offender, on the 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? 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 why he live next door to me ain't the reason why I live next door to him? Meaning, he didn't rap his way to my fucking 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. Ha ha ha. Then give me a paper. Ha ha. Is that a misunderstanding? 'Cause I don't understand it

Another 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

Mhm, see, you're the type that gets off on getting on other people, ha ha. That's not good, no homo, and rather un-human, 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, they'd rather speculate before they informate, if that's a word, ha ha. You know, "spec before check" anyway. Meaning, I'd much rather you talk to me first and see if you can learn an opinion before you make one. Just my thought of good humanity, Mr. Sharpton, ha ha

Hold on, I ain't finished with you man. Gotta pluck the ashes, mhm, hold on, um

Mr. Sharpton, and anyone like you: you don't know me. So, if you're not gonna 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 improvise. Doesn't necessarily make you a bad person neither, but the characteristics fall heavily into bad's way, ha ha!

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, ha ha

You see, you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson. You are nobody to me. You're just another Don King... with a perm. Just a little more political. And that just means you're a little un-human than us humans. And now, let me be human, by saying "Fuck Al Sharpton and anyone like him".

Fuck if you understand me. I love being misunderstood. Ha ha. Why? 'Cause I live in the suburbs, but I come from the hood. Bring the hook in!

But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood