Текст песни DontGetIt (Lil Wayne) с переводом

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

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 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

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 Lil 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.

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 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? (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, hahaha. Then give me a paper, haha.

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.

Mhm, see, you’re the type that gets off on gettin' on other people, haha.

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, haha. You know, «'spec before check,» anyway.

Meanin', 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, haha.

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’s way, haha!

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, haha.

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. Haha, 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