Lyrical Breakdown of SISTER/NATION - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how BROCKHAMPTON weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "SISTER/NATION" 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 BROCKHAMPTON 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 BROCKHAMPTON's narrative.

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Drink of the apple pie with it, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't got no chains in my denim, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't listen what the blogs tell me, yeah, yeah, yeah I know niggas got their own agenda, yeah, yeah, yeah I've got-, but you would never know I like to hide them, so much I lose myself That's why I'm pure to some, a psychopath to others And grew up in counsellin', flippin' off my counselors They gave me mood stabilizers But when I came off 'em, I was violent Took the drugs that I wanted, which didn't help with the voices They just grew louder and louder They called the people who'd just chatter and chatter I juggle all my personalities (Estoy tan harto y cansado, no puedo seguir haciendo esto) (Ojalá pudiera rendirme) (Pero tengo seguir siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos) I find myself gettin' better by the fuckin' minute Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes Got some D's, dropped out, wanted to be Russell Simmons Gotta keep workin', my head on Innervisions Where the kitchen at? Keep the lyrics written Raid my cell and dope, askin' for forgiveness I just ran into somebody sellin' lemonade Kiss your kids tonight before them bitches run away Get your man, get your man all up off me Think again, want a hundred bands around me In December, I don't care what they call me This for all my broke niggas This for all them jokes, nigga That you niggas made when I was still livin' at home, nigga Did it on my own, nigga Grew up and I bossed out Grew up and I bossed out Grew up and I bossed out I see you peekin' through bushes And tryna get secret ingredients from us I know that you do it 'cause you see us boomin' Like C4 when you hear that detonator Lucky-lucky on the elevator Eat my dust, baby, I'll see ya later I could always call your bluff You already said enough Take a risk, bitch, still sittin' on your ass, waitin' for a handout Givin' nothin', put your hands down Ooh, yeah, this for the culture! Ooh, yeah, this important! Fuck off with that slang shit Fuck off with that networkin' Keep ya mouth where the money at Yellow lights on my dashboard Red flags in the rearview I know I'm one to make you upset But all I wanna do is see you You know that lately I don't think straight But I don't really know what I'm doin' now 'Cause everybody got me fucked up I'm strugglin' while on the move now Yellow lights on my dashboard Red flags in the rearview I know I'm one to make you upset But all I wanna do is heal you You know that lately I don't think straight But lately, I don't know what to do now 'Cause everybody got me fucked up I'm strugglin' while on the move now Get your man, get your man all up off me Think again, want a hundred bands around me In December, I don't care what they call me Get your man, get your man all up off me Think again, want a hundred bands around me In December, I don't care what they call me Get your man, get your man all up off me Think again, want a hundred bands around me In December, I don't care what they call me Get your man, get your man all up off me Think again, want a hundred bands around me In December, I don't care what they call me Barely got control of it, must've got a hold of it Threw me to the ground and left a scar right on my nigga lips I look in my closet when I think about the past life Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right Fuck a flight, they ain't never wanna treat my bag right Fuck a job, they ain't never treat my mom and dad right I hate the quiet suburbs, I hate those picket fences I hate the separation, first thing they called me "nigga" I fight, I got suspended, my teachers saw me hit him So they ain't listen to me, and from that moment on I would learn that I was different, I would grow to see the difference Second-guessing my decisions, black bodies come up missing I feel like all my days are coming to a blend I feel like all my days are coming to a blend I would walk through the halls at my own pace Every lunch, I would flow, havin' no place All the books in my bag 'til my bones ache Wonder how the world would be if I had no face If I had no heart, if I had no skin And I was just thoughts, reminiscin' The things I always brushed off Had my father try to tell me I was just soft When I look at the things that I've been through And the things I survived, and at what cost? All the love in my life that I just lost All the strength, persevering above all In the eyes of the law, I'm a problem In the eyes of the blogs, I'm a paycheck In the eyes of the world, I'm an icon In the eyes of my own, I ain't start yet In the eyes of the law, I'm a problem In the eyes of blogs, I'm a paycheck In the eyes of the world, I'm an icon In the eyes that I own, I ain't start yet, I ain't start yet Power, African power! Power, African power! Power, African power! I feel like all my days are coming to a blend I feel like all my days are coming to a blend, uh I feel like all my days are coming to a blend I feel like all my days are coming to a blend