Lyrical Breakdown of I'm a Solider - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'm a Solider" 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 "I'm a Solider" 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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I'm a soldier
I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
I'm a soldier
Westside Outlaw, Bad Boy killer
I'm a soldier
I just release 'em on a war path not your avarage dealer
I'm a soldier
bad boy killer
runnin from copses duck and hide from helicopters
We open fire, who can stop us
Livin the life of trife juveniles, hopin for righteous
Gettin twenty-five to life, if the judge don't like us
In my clearest pictures, I see authorities itchin to get us
ATF state feds scandalous bitches
I wasn't promised to it, wasn't bitter or sweet
See if a, nigga don't hustle then the nigga don't eat
Only streets livin do or die circle complete
Repetitive motions and felons in the rush for cheese
Please understand my history a man of many acts
Livin Thug Life, comin equipped, with many gats
Maybe I was just a Lost Soul, trapped in time
Livin in between life, and the cracks were blind
Even though we had hope for dreams that never came
Yet and still we all feel pain
I'm a soldier
I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
I'm a soldier
Westside Outlaw, Bad Boy killer
I'm a soldier
I just release 'em on a war path not your avarage dealer
I'm a soldier
bad boy killer
My brother Sean, first on my list, he stuck with
a three-five when he get out would I be dead or alive
He taught me the rules so much, but still In Thugs I Trust
When in danger never hesitate to keep my fuckin trap shut
My Mom Dukes got a little bit of Thug in her
The Devil loves sinners crackheads and drug dealer
Sometimes I feel like the streets are takin over
Never stayin sober, the brain over and over backtrack
I was born twenty-two years ago, yesterday
But see I saw no reason for me to celebrate, let me demonstrate
Entered the world from out a poisonous womb
Heroin bein consumed already predicitin my doom, soon
to be one of the many misguided
Always the first one on the block to be done tried it and liked it
Lost before I had a chance to find my way
Now I travel through life, not knowin the time of day
I'm a soldier
I just release 'em on a war path not your avarage dealer
I'm a soldier
Westside Outlaw, bad boy killer
I'm a soldier
I just release 'em on a war path not your avarage dealer
I'm a soldier
bad boy killer
...thug niggas screamin Westside, bustin double glocks
thug niggas screamin Westside, bustin double glocks
thug niggas screamin Westside, bustin double glocks
thug niggas screamin Westside, bustin double glocks
bustin double glocks
I'm a soldier