9+ minute song...Originally Posted by Killer
Baby 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...
(Chorus)
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Misunderstood ain't gotta be explained
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, 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
Ccary, 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
I'm a rebel, down to battle
Now or never, i would never ???
****ing fantastic, **** if you agree
But I don't give a ****k if you see me
(Chorus)
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
So for those who understand meet Dwayne
For 8 and a half months I gave ms. Cita tha pain
Now it's Young Money baby, keep the change
My mama say ****k em and we the same
So hello motha****ka 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 *****
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 Dwayne
(Chorus)
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
I was watchin 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
1 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 mother****a to jail
A young mother****a 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 ****
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 mother****a to jail
If it's not gonna stand up in court
Because this drug ain't that drug
You know level 3, level 4 drug, **** like that (heh heh)
Mmm hmm, I guess it's all a misunderstanding, and um
I sit back and think well **** us young mother****ers,
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 mother****ers, the real criminals, you know
Sex offenders, rapists, serial killers, **** 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 ***** 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 ****in daughter
You understand me? And, why the **** 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 ****in 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
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, 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 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 **** Al Sharpton
And anyone like him, **** 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!
(Chorus)
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
here's a 7+ minute song...
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from, lost city of New Orleans... we call him this
[Ray Charles sample:] Georgia.........
Noooowww
This song is dedicated to the one wit the suit
Thick white skin and his eyes bright blue
So called beef wit you know who
**** it he just let him kill all of our troops
Look at the bull**** we been through
Had the ****** sitting on top they roofs
Hurricane Katrina, we shoulda called it Hurricane (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
Then they telling y'all lies on the news
The white people smiling like everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta move
Now it's on to Texas and to (Geeoorrggiiaa)
They tell you what they want, show you what they want you to see
But they don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
***** shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no thief, I'm just trying to eat
Man **** the police and president (Geeoorrrggiiaa) Bush
So what happened to the levees, why wasn't they steady
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
that keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same **** happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965, I ain't too young to know this
That was President Johnson but now
but it's president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
[Chorus - 2X]
We from a town where (Georgia)
Everybody drowned, and
Everybody died, but baby I'm still praying which ya
Everybody crying but (Georgia)
Ain't nobody tried, there's no doubt on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
Noooowwww
I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash away like we not on the map
Wait, have you heard the latest, they saying you gotta have paper if you trying to come back
****** thinking it's a wrap, see we can't hustle in they trap, we ain't from (Geeoorrggiaa)
Noooww it's them dead bodies, them lost houses, the mayor say don't worry 'bout it
And the children have been scarred, no one's here to care 'bout 'em
And fash out, to all the rappers that helped out
Yea we like it they calling y'all, but **** president (Geeoorrggiaa) Bush
We see them Confederate flags, you know what it is
A white cracker mutha****a that probably voted for him
And no he ain't gonna drop no dollas, but he do drop bombs
R.I.P. Tay cuz he died in the storm, **** president (Geeoorrggiiaa) Bush
See us in ya city man, give us a pound
Cuz if a ***** still moving then he holding it down
I had two Jags, but I lost both them bi-tch-es
I'm from N.O. the N.O. Yea!
[Chorus]
([DJ Drama:] oh yea, you thought we was done? Naw)
YEA!
Money money money get a dollar and a ****
Weezy Baby that crack, mutha****a get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a mutha****ing trip
I'ma trip to Japan and buy some brand new ****
Nine hundred to a grand, get you twenty eight grams
If you talking 'bout bricks, I'm the interstate man
And the women say damn, them ****** don't say a damn thing
Boy I bet that shotty make you bounce like a bed-spring
Walkin a thin line, gotta defend mine
And wit no pen I'm sorta like a bomb BOOM
Young toon, yea that's what my people call me
Fifty thousand for the cause, trying keep the reaper off me
I drink a lotta syrup, bitches say I'm sleep walkin
Big money for the grill, so I'm never cheap talking, yea
Keep talking and the flame leap off the hip
And keep sparking, pap pap sleep softly
Yea, nap nap, nap sack, three forties
Like **** another *****, ***** just don't be da target
Young New Orleans *****, ***** just don't be retarded
We done lost everything and you looking like a bargain
Purple weed, purple drink, purple heart sergeant
I'm the best rapper in the game no arguing (arguing)
And I don't ever write, pause
Un-pause this, so keep ya ***** ass lines inside the margin
Lil Wayne dot com ***** log in
Put a pillow under your knees and keep ya jaws in
All in ya girl mouth, use her like a toilet
They usually want a baller and the young ***** balling
Mike Jordan, pardon my swag
Even my father rich as **** and all my brothers left the family
We said **** it bought two houses in Miami
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll beat ya
I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita
Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason
Everybody woman wanna beat a boy diva, not even
There's a 305 dime I wanted ever since I seen her
Got a topic of this evening, hotter than a tub steaming
Gotcha girlfriend dreaming of one day being Trina
Notta sim seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that mutha****in ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the ***** still living
Spend a condo and a club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for the whole crew, thanks
And bring me that Patrone, I don't play
No ice I like my drink straight, not gay
And ***** that bank come everyday, I'm paid
I wish a ***** come invade, get sprayed
I stomp a ***** out like I got ten legs
Then they fish the ***** up out the lake in ten days
Behave, no ho, I'm on that Rage Rov
Cash Money, Young Money, ho that money age old
And can't a cage hold this animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed
Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby **** these hos
Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos
Price sizing for a show and the flow
So either Drama is my *****, or that boy got doe
Go figure that's my *****, that's my *****, my nerve
If anybody else want it, sixty thousand a verse
so yeah, not just "lick ick ick ick ick ick me like a lollipop"
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