Lyrical Breakdown of Child of God - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Chance the Rapper weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Child of God" 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 Chance the Rapper 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 Chance the Rapper's narrative.

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Agh! Just do your thing, child Just do your thing, child Do your thing Truth be told, I got the ball on a string Carried the weight of the world, but it came with some handles I drag it to the basket, Moses with the passage Safely Lord God, please make an example I try to break shackles, now they ankles in shambles I can't expect them to be grateful and thankful They thought I had a manual like Hansel Leave your plans in man's hands, and it gets manhandled Dancin' in the street, but I didn't panhandle When I finally drop, make a pamphlet Sell tickets, put that shit on FanDuel, OnlyFans and Fandango Give me your ear like Van Gogh, and it's candlewick I mean, I mean, it's lit like a candlestick When I'm fatigued like a camo fit I'm rich, man, the size of the needle that the camel fits Walkin' to Jesus with my sandals wet This world would make you second-guess your first mind Remember when it was your first day, the first time? It couldn't have come at a worst place or worst time And you remember that lil' voice with that rehearsed line Just repeatin' Do your thing, child (do your thing, child) Do your thing (that shit hit! Hahahaha!) Just do your thing, child (do your thing, child) (oh, jeez) Do your thing (do your thing, child) At every corner, store, bodega, delicatessen Stands a big head kid learning delicate lessons Roasted for they clothes, or they emotions or they roaches Bullied by they friends, or they mamas, or they coaches Half-size, chastised, dolls with glass eyes Talk down, tossed down, the world just pass by Grow up to be saviors, surgeons, rabbis The world should've capsized when God got baptized The boat don't sink, the show don't stop The weapons form, the load don't drop The boat gon' rock, the foes gon' plot The rolls don't switch, the photo crop The motto is "The more those hate, the more doors prop Open", the Prince of Heaven was tempted Told that he wasn't who he was, and they meant it Never was there a path better cemented So what they gon' say when you at the Olympics or tryna attempt it? Remember when it was your first day, the first time? Couldn't have come at a worst place or worst time And you remember that lil' voice with that rehearsed line Repeatin', it was sayin' (Do your thing, child, do your thing) Do your thing (do your thing, child) Just do your thing child (do your thing) Do your thing (child of God!) Just do your thing, child Just do your thing, child Do your thing (child of God!) Do your thing child (do your thing) Do your thing, child (do your thing) Just do your thing, child (do your thing) Just do your thing, child (do your thing) This world would make you second-guess your first mind Remember when it was your first day, the first time? It couldn't have come at a worst place or worst time And you remember that lil' voice with that rehearsed line Just repeatin' Do your thing, child Do your thing (that shit hit! Hahahaha!) Just do your thing, child (oh, jeez!) Do your thing (do your thing) Do your thing, child, do your thing Do your thing, child, do your thing Do your thing, child, do your thing Do your thing, child, do your thing Child of God!