Lyrical Breakdown of DontGetIt - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

What's understood ain't gotta be explained

But you don't understand me, so let me explain

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

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 facin' 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 I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Uhh, what's understood ain't gotta 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 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, 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 askin?

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 Little Wayne was Weezy

But Weezy is Wayne

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

I was watchin' 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 motherfucka to jail

If it's not gonna stand up, in court

Because this drug ain't that drug

You know, level three, level four drug, shit like that

Mhmm. 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 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

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 them sex offender papers

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

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? (coughing)

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

Meanin', 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 giving me a paper, heh heh hah

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

Uhh, 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

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

Hold on, I ain't finished wit' you man

Gotta pluck the ashes, mhmm, 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 sway, hahahh

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

Just a little more political

And that just means you're a little unhuman 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

Heheh, why?

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

Bring the hook in

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood