Lyrical Breakdown of Ghost - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ghost" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ghost" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 2Pac employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 2Pac's narrative.
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The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli
That's it
All these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm takin' back what's mine
(You motherfuckers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gonna be a fuckin' problem
Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?
Real live black... ghosts)
(Feel me?)
Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a motherfuckin' joke
Used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke
Damn, don't get me started
My mama smoked so God damn much
When she was pregnant that I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, count sheep
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
Starin' at the wall, heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin'
See the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby
On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My Mossberg goes BOOM, what's another plug
Snatchin' drugs, pumpin' slugs in these other thugs
(Give it up nigga!) Don't run out of breath
Every step could be death 'till you blast
And be the last nigga left, then I'll be ghost
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin' the second time they rolled by
Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
But everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna kill ya
Don't murder me, murder me
Kill a nigga in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce
A MAC-10 out the window bout to let it loose
What could I do?
Run for cover and return fire
Die Motherfuckin' dir, hope yo' ass fry don't ask why
But I let off everything I have
An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin' cops now
Barely breathin' tryin' to keep from gettin' shot down
BOO-YOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin' like a nigga got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin' to my fuckin' block
Took a shot, tired of runnin' from the niggaz and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(Hey man, come the fuck on!)
And then we'll be ghost
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby
Fuck the police nigga!