Misunderstood

Yeah, sometimes folks don't know who they talkin' 'bout, Criticizin' things that they ain't never found out. So I got this story to help you understand, Why I don't clap back when they throwin' sand. There's this dude I know, got somethin' to say, 'Bout my mentor, my guide, every single day. He go off, callin' names, throwin' dirt all around, But I stay chill, don't make a sound. People askin' me, "Why you so quiet, though? Why let him disrespect what you know?" They think it's weakness, think I let it slide, But there's somethin' deeper runnin' inside. See, hate comes from not knowin' the truth, Judgin' too quick, just missin' the proof. I don't get mad, don't even trip, Cuz if he knew the real, he'd change his script. Let me tell y'all a story, break it down right here, How once I hit this town, they all actin' weird. I step off the bus, folks start to stare, Whisperin' somethin' 'bout a man who wasn't there. Then one dude says, "Hey, that's the guy!" Another nods his head, I'm like, "Oh my!" Crowd gathers 'round, pullin' me in close, Lookin' at me like I'm some kind of ghost. Turns out, they think I'm some deadbeat dad, Left his girl all alone, that's sad. Took me to the pastor, they're heated and mean, But that pastor looked, said, "He's clean." See, hate comes from not knowin' the truth, Judgin' too quick, just missin' the proof. I don't get mad, don't even trip, Cuz if they knew the real, they'd change their script. So when my boy's throwin' shade, callin' out my fam, I don't get upset, nah, I understand. He don't know the love, don't see what I see, He just blinded by things he thinks set him free. When you don't know the heart, you don't get the light, Misunderstandin' just makes folks fight. But truth got a way of breakin' through, And if he knew my mentor, he'd feel that too. So next time someone tryna' bring the heat, Tryna drag down the folks they don't even meet, Remember, it's just shadows, nothin' but shade, They talkin' 'bout ghosts, decisions they made. Cuz hate comes from not knowin' the truth, Judgin' too quick, just missin' the proof. But I don't get mad, don't even trip, Cuz if he knew the real, he'd change his script.