Lyrical Breakdown of Gotta Make It To Heaven - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gotta Make It To Heaven" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 50 Cent weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gotta Make It To Heaven" 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 50 Cent 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 50 Cent's narrative.

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I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven Some say I'm paranoid, I say I'm careful how I choose my friends I been to ICU once, I ain't going again First Z got murked then Roy got murked And homie still in the hood, why he ain't getting hurt? I smell something fishy, man, it might be a rat Damn, niggas switching sides on niggas just like that You know me, I stay with a bitch on her knees And give guns away in the hood like it's government cheese Spray off Suzuki's, eleven hundred cc's No plate on the back, straight squeezing the MAC In the hood they identify niggas by they cars So I switch up whips to stay off the radar I ain't gotta be around to make shit hot I'll send Yayo to dump 30 shots on your block You should spray that TEC, nigga, if I say get it done I'll make you wet niggas if you 'round me son I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven When I come through the hood, I don't stop to rap to niggas Get close enough to smack ya, then clap ya nigga Pop tried to front so I waved the chrome on his ass Point blank range I spazzed, pulled a bone on his ass Two weeks later niggas came through with MACs to lay me down They sprayed, I played dead and got the fuck off the ground Out the blue I get a phone call: "Fifty what up?" "They sent a bitch at me, I sent the bitch back cut up" I don't play that pussy shit, I done told you, boy Front on me you gon' meet one of my soldiers, boy Cousin Twin shot up his mamma crib, now he in jail Tripping off flicks of Blu Cantrell, pussy, and black tail Pop mama moved, but she don't talk to him no mo' The shells from Twin's fo'-fo' blew the hinge off her door Without that check every month how she going to pay for the crib? Man, social service finna come and take them kids I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change The courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference In AA they make you say that That's the prayer they burn in your head when you in CASAT Man, I might talk to you while we up in them pens But when we come home that don't mean we gon' fucking be friends The shells pass your head close enough to hear 'em whistle Thank God they missed you and go grab your pistol In the hood niggas running 'round acting crazy Buying little Air Jordans for maybe babies See it might be his and it might be yours Because them broads in the projects is straight up whores Man, it don't take much for you to get in them drawers You can have them on they back or on all fours You ain't got to tell me, you feeling this shit Because I hear what I'm saying, I know I'm killing this shit I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I gotta make it to Heaven I gotta make it to Heaven for going through Hell I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven