Misunderstood

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The musical artist NON is a pseudonym used by Boyd Rice, an American musician, composer, and visual artist. He is known for his experimental and often controversial works, which encompass various genres such as industrial, noise, and electronic music. more »

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Baby, understand me now
Don't you know no-one alive can always be an angel
Just a soul who's
Yeah
Non
Non
I'm misunderstood I do things I shouldn't
I stood in the rain without being hooded
I feel its no need to have good sense
If it don't make sense
I wonder where the days went
Cause its been gloomy
Its dark in the park n the swings moving
Lonely child
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Where its predator, prey and hunger
Fill your mind and more importantly your stomach
You can hide in the clouds
When it thunders
Its scary here
how I get here
I ain't ask for this
Where a activist
Lord or priest
Where the pastor went
Prey for me
While they prey on me
I cant make it from a to b
Without 50 harassing me
Why I can barely sleep
Lions tigers and bears
How long can I bare to be here
See rotting souls in the air
They aired my brother
Is the place where we finally reunite and meet each other
Or is this yet another scheme
To get me by any means
Dark clouds always crowding me
Burn my heart to 3rd degree
Defend my name in peace
But leave him rest in peace
If he play with me
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Where its predator, prey and hunger
Fill your mind and more importantly your stomach
You can hide in the clouds
When it thunders
If I go to court I plead the fifth
Got the fifth
Reload the clip
You keep playin N-o-n
Gone get yo soldiers hit
Got the glock
Don't you notice it
Pouring like a 40 bitch
Hands down that I'm poking shit
Potent is
My will to fight back
I played my hand and put my cards back in the stack
Lost it all and got no kick back
What type of shit is that
But what's the plan wise man
I need direction
He said your final lesson
Is understanding
I could barely understand him
Then I reminisced when the trap got ran in
30s in my Fanta
Next I imagined an exotic dancer
That held me up for ransom
We did things on camera
Inna hotel room in Tampa
She gave me more head than dandruff
I snap back in a panic
The man vanished
I said lord what to do now
He said my lonely child
Just make me proud
Welcome to the concrete jungle
Where its predator, prey and hunger
Fill your mind and more importantly your stomach
You can hide in the clouds
When it thunders
Yeah
NON

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