Misunderstood Common
"Misunderstood" by Common, released in 2000, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of identity, societal perception, and the struggle for understanding. The lyrics reflect personal experiences and the challenges of being misjudged. Unique elements include introspective storytelling and jazzy instrumentals, contributing to its cultural resonance in hip-hop.
[Intro: Nina Simone & Common]
Baby, you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
No one can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong you see some bad
Well I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please, don't let me be misunderstood
(Yeah, uh)
Misunderstood
(We do this for the people that walk that path)
Misunderstood
(Tryna get to their dream, yeah, uh)
Oh
[Verse 1: Common]
He stood on the corner with the rest of them
Though he knew that this corner wasn't the best of him
Hard streets and a life that crested him
Dirt police domestic beefs that's festerin'
He knew the President wadn't addressin' him
Though dead presidents was undressin' him
Two kids from hot sex no protection and
People don't see how AIDS is affectin' 'em
It get hard to get the get the God question in
Can't find a job so you robbin' and hustlin'
He killed marks and sold dope for cousin' 'em
Can't believe they would be the ones buckin' him
He on the ground he could feel God touchin' him
He heard the sound of his moms sayin' trust in him
At Heaven's gate saying, "Lord, please, let me in
Or send me back to tell my people to be better men"
Baby, you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
No one can always be an angel
When everything goes wrong you see some bad
Well I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh, Lord, please, don't let me be misunderstood
(Yeah, uh)
Misunderstood
(We do this for the people that walk that path)
Misunderstood
(Tryna get to their dream, yeah, uh)
Oh
[Verse 1: Common]
He stood on the corner with the rest of them
Though he knew that this corner wasn't the best of him
Hard streets and a life that crested him
Dirt police domestic beefs that's festerin'
He knew the President wadn't addressin' him
Though dead presidents was undressin' him
Two kids from hot sex no protection and
People don't see how AIDS is affectin' 'em
It get hard to get the get the God question in
Can't find a job so you robbin' and hustlin'
He killed marks and sold dope for cousin' 'em
Can't believe they would be the ones buckin' him
He on the ground he could feel God touchin' him
He heard the sound of his moms sayin' trust in him
At Heaven's gate saying, "Lord, please, let me in
Or send me back to tell my people to be better men"
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