Lyrical Breakdown of HERBERT - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ab-Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "HERBERT" 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 Ab-Soul 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 Ab-Soul's narrative.

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Ayy They'll never understand Herbert Anthony They'll never understand They'll never understand Herbert Anthony They'll never understand Are you in your feelings for sure? They'll never understand Herbert Anthony Are you in your feelings for sure? They'll never understand It is our divine birthright to heal, belong and feel empowered They are just now understanding me They will never understand Herbert Anthony How I handle tryna battle my insanity How I play dodgeball with all the vanity How I share my light like charity How I kept the fear of God in humanity How I'm making sacrifices for the family I ain't happy, but I gotta make it happen, though Mad Hatter in a rabbit hole Trouble on my mind, I was trying not to lose it Top on my line 'bout new music Did a little rehab, need a little more I'm an addict, got some habits, everybody know Wrestling with depression last few years Went to therapy and I shed a few tears Caught Steven-Johnson ten years old I survived, but I'm still going blind, though Eye doc say I need new corneas I'd rather need those than a coroner Papa took a headshot, no photography Ain't know him that well, but I hope he proud of me Loriana left me with PTSD I see her face when me and Tia be texting Dalai Mama and her daughter give a nigga hope For they sake, I just wanna be the best soul Mama love me and my grandma still pray I know I can always count on Zay Zay Circle smaller, but the homies know I'm still 'round Even if I fall off, I'ma stay down You know what happens when a Black king have a dream They will never understand Herbert Anthony Are you in your feelings for sure? Legally blinding, too It heighten the third, I watch his vision improve He said she the heart, but he soul Kinetically connected, he the invisible glue The real can't miss See, I been dealing with fake shit, then taste this, it's medicine Amphetamine, overdose He at a loss of words, make a poet choke See, he the best gifted Conscientiously connect in streets, he rep different Don't say much, he flex different It's Del Amo bred See, this that land downhill from city limits built by the illest That turned a swamp to the cooking pot That made rich Crips and the title Only a given by the livid watching them living But the riches came with prayer hands and reminiscing Time away from they missus in conjugal visits This is- So you fuckin' with that one, Herb?