Lyrical Breakdown of Pain - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pain" 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 "Pain" 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 couln't help but notice your pain My pain? It runs deep Share it with me! Ohhh pain pain pain Ohh ohh oh ohh ohh Ohh ohh oh ohh ohh They'll never take me alive I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas Time ta die Even as a youngster Causin' ruckis on tha back of the bus I was a fool all through high school Kickin' up dust But now i'm labled as a trouble maker Who can you blame? Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain So i'm hopeless Rollin' down the freeway swervin' Don't worry I'm about to crash up on the curb cause my visions blurry Maybe if they tried to understand me What should i do? I had to feed my fuckin' family What else could i do But be a thug Out slangin' with the homies Fuck hangin' with them phonies in the club Got my mind on danger Never been a stranger ta homicide My cities full of gang bangers and drive bys Why do we die at an early age He was so young But still a victom of the 12 guage My memories of a corpse Mind full of sick thoughts And i ain't goin back to court So fuck what you thought Im drinkin' hennessey Runnin from my enemies Will i live to be 23 There's so much pain Ohh Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (Dont get to close because you might get shot) Ohh Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (Dont get to close because you might get shot) Years and years of that rough life Runnin crazed and wild as a kid and growin tough with a knife And livin trifed on the regular Bokin out competitors See them take a move and take them down like a fuckin preditor Get in trouble everyday in school Act a fool And you know i had to break every rule Showin off for the bitches cause i had the mad rep So i had to watch my back when it was time to step But the gimiest of grimeys with love for me Uh, pop, pop And send a chuckle up above for me And yo currency kept passin me by but i didnt cry Broke I head off with the pack and started sellin coke And now the money's lookin lovely Pop the drop top and now tha bitches wanna rub me Kick'em the game It's all the same I kick it back yo Give'em slack yo And now they lable me tha mack yo People check it Get disrespected if you front on tha the birdman You heard man Catch a couple shots from tha glock in my hand Damn! Release some realistic with my biscuit You know you get your ass twisted so run for cover Me and my man got a plan kickin' major dust So if your on nigga look for the guage to bust A lot of pressure with the street fame It's a deep game And my mama always cryin' Yo there's so much pain Ohh Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (Dont get to close because you might get shot) Ohh Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (Dont get to close because you might get shot) They got me mobbin like i'm Loc'ed and ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me Trust I got my glock cocked playa if they press me Bust some motherfuckers with a PASSION Better duck cause i ain't lookin when i'm BBBBLASTIN I'm a nut and drinkin hennessey And gettin' high On tha lookout for my enemies Don't wanna die Tell me why Cause this stress is gettin' major A buck fifty across my face with my razor What can i do but be a thug until i'm dead and gone Keep my brain on tha game and stay head strong These sorry bastards Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can i see And everyday it just a struggle Steady thuggin' in the streets And i'll be ballin' loc Don't let'em make you worry Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried I was born to raise hell, a nigga from the gutta, Word ta motha im touched I'm kickin dust up Ready ta bust I'm on the scene steady muggin' me Until they kill me I'll be livin this life I know you feel me baby There's so much pain Ohh Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (Dont get to close because you might get shot) Ohh Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (Dont get to close because you might get shot) Ohh Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (Dont get to close because you might get shot) Ohh Tired of tha Strain and tha Pain (Dont get to close because you might get shot) Ohh