[Intro: Nina Simone]

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

[Chorus: Nina Simone]

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

[Verse 1: Jet 2]

Uh, what's understood ain't gotta be explained

Weezy, I understand you, let me re-explain

Let me reinstate, rewind, restart, replenish

I am the genesis, also the polished finish

To the art of this craft, I'm highly misunderstood in it

Excuse my condescension, but my confidence is

Never confidential, I'ma make sure all of you feel it

Because beneath what you see, I probably don't even feel it

But Momma said never show weakness, and I hardly listened

But I told the world my biggest one, it never harmed me, did it?

I don't have to hide anything from the world, I think it's best to say it

There's so much more to me, but I'm viewed as an expectation

But I don't give a damn, 'cause no one out there took the time to notice

I can express my emotion into the rhymes and notebooks

For a couple of years, I sat the bench under some doubtful coaches

Never talked to many ladies, didn't know how to approach them

[Chorus: Nina Simone & (Jet 2)]

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

(They don't understand me though)

Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

[Verse 2: Jet 2]

Uh, what's understood ain't gotta be explained

But y'all don't understand me, so let me explain

See, when I started this, I couldn't find the things to say

Until I got so many bars that I could read a cage

See, in the fifth grade, my teacher said I'd never make it

Without medicine and special Ed placement

He told my mom I had A.D.D., but she'd never say it

Until I took the Stanford Nine, and then I fuckin' aced it!

Seven years from that moment, I'm in advanced placement

And now I major in the major he was scared to take

See, what's understood ain't gotta be explained

So, if I paid no attention in class; doesn't make me insane

And just 'cause I have locs; doesn't make me untamed

And just 'cause I know how to rap; doesn't make me the same

I'm disconnected from the world, the microphone's my life

And I write the poems that best describe my vision

And I spit it, and I live it

But I'm just a statistic to critics

And they view me negative

When they don't get the shit I'm spittin'

But at the same time, people won't listen if I don't dumb it down

And call women bitches, so don't trip if I slip a bitch in

[Outro: Jet 2]

See, I-I felt like I should keep rappin'

But y'all just wouldn't understand it

Now, see if you see me in person and I show no emotion

It's because I don't know how

I was gonna let the beat play and spit some knowledge

But Wayne did that

And y'all probably wouldn't understand me, anyway

So, it'll kinda be like a waste of energy

Not that I don't love y'all

It's just; no one truly understands me

[Chorus: Nina Simone]

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good

Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood