Lyrical Breakdown of Forgive Me Being Lost - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Forgive Me Being Lost" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Boosie Badazz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Forgive Me Being Lost" 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 Boosie Badazz employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Shit, I don't trust nobody
Shit, So many motherfuckers with motives
Shit, you don't know who to trust
So fuck it, everybody suspect
(God, forgive me for being lost)
I don't trust no motherfucker but Boosie Badazz
If rules get broke and niggas get crossed, forgive me for being lost
If pussy niggas get knocked off, forgive me for being lost
Daddy thugging, cousin hustling, [?] the bottle, drinking, fucking
God, forgive me for being lost
Momma struggling, Granny watch us, gangster parties, oh my
Can't afford it so we stole it, we were roaches, no lie
Saw my first body dead in the street at 8, oh my
Laglen just blew his brains out with his own four five
"Put it in the pot, make it lock 'til it drop" is what my uncle told
Went to cocaine school and got an A-, honor roll
Love with my mother, shouldered me and my brother (love you, Ma)
Tough love with my daddy showed me me and him tougher
Just waking up every morning made me out a hustler
'Cause Granny house was the block where everybody sold butter
(Woke up to) People dying, bullets flying, mommas crying, oh my
80's baby when it was coke crazy, no lie
Forgive me for being Lost
If pussy niggas get knocked off, forgive me for being lost
Daddy thugging, cousin hustling, [?] the bottle, drinking, fucking
God, forgive me for being lost
They tried to give me life, said I'm bad for the community (no)
How I'm supposed to feel about some people trying to ruin me? (cold)
Why should I stop for the cops if they're shooting me?
While I get rich, my IRS friends using me (they're using me)
Cold winters, why us? I need answers
If I sin, God forgive me, but my baby need pampers
My family need prayers, dear God, we're on the [?]
Aunty got cancer, my little cousin, he on Crime Stoppers
I don't know what you know, but all I know is what I learned
Pussy with kill you and 70 percent of these niggas turned
So momma, I'm lost, I grew up fed up
Big [?], Growl Nitti, this is Cain and Abel