Lyrical Breakdown of My Soul - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "My Soul" 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 "My Soul" 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.
- 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 Boosie Badazz's narrative.
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Far away from here
Far away from here
I sold crack to my own uncle
My life was wild as a juvenile
Runnin' head up with real bone crushers
Head busters, who wipe your smile with a .45
Mama, I'm sorry that I hurt you like a thousand times
Niggas said that I wouldn't do it like a thousand times
Get in jail, I call you just like the thousandth time
All this shit here what made me, lookin' at mama lyin'
Hurtin' for the thousandth time
Hardest rapper to ever do it, I'm talkin' Boosie
When the whole world auto-tuned it, I still gooned it
When all these styles ballooned it, I still gooned it
I went to jail, they mooned me
Kiss my ass, Boosie
Damn, this make us savvy
A life where people stealin' love without askin'
A life where you can't call your best friend
Or your daddy, or your granny
But you're handling it
This is what made me
Sometimes I want to go far away
Far away from here, far away from here
Sometimes I want to go far away
Far away from here, so far away from here
Sometimes I want to go far away
Far away from here, so far away from here
Keep on pushin'
Far away, far away from here
So far away from here
I'm tired of all these people dyin' who I know
I'm tired of all these bitches lyin' in every flow
I'm tired of all these niggas throwin' signs but sellin' coke
I'm tired of motherfuckers with all these damn opinions
But don't want to sell a vote
I'm tired of rappers gettin' blamed for all the smoke
The hate serious
The news stations on they period, period
Let's keep it real (let's keep it real)
It ain't my race shootin' up the cafeteria
Sometimes I want to run away, another place
To an island where ain't nobody hatin' on me
Sometimes I want to fly away, another place
Where can't nobody call and ask me for money
My nigga got time today from a judge
With a grudge, like he was raised by that fuckin' KKK
I seen it all in the state of Louisiana
People dyin' every day
Sometimes I want to go far away
Far away from here, far away from here
Sometimes I want to go far away
Far away from here, so far away from here
Sometimes I want to go far away
Far away from here, so far away from here
Keep on pushin'
Far away, far away from here
So far away from here
Just go to a place real real far away, you know?
Ease your mind
Far away, far away from here, yeah