Lyrical Breakdown of When rivers cry - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Common weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "When rivers cry" 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 Common 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 Common's narrative.

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Feet crushing plastic Moving windows tossing bottles dry I can't get past it Waste and dust still choking road and sky The trees remember days of plenty Before rivers cried Now they cry oh, oh, oh... Winds carry sorrow While forgetful dreamers pass us by Temperatures rising No one stopping just to wonder why Old men recall the kindness of the sun Before the rivers cried Now they cry oh, oh, oh... The rivers tell a story of God's reign and glory Pay homage to the land of those that came before me The land of the mother and the first man discovered Look overseas and see waters that are troubled The bridge somewhere in the truth and the kids Somewhere in the spirit of the kids the truth lives I died many times many lives just to live again Contemplating on where my life and river blends I was ignorant to the earth and what we did to it Never seek to find. Yeah, I hid from it So when the rivers cried, I never felt the sentiment Until the hurricanes - that's when I caught wind of it My Paps said the hurricanes was the ancestors Reminding us of who we are and our transgressions Lessons of the mother and the waves I'm the sun reflecting the earth these days Green belts tug at the necks and bellies Of our beasts and times Shortsighted leaders Flush with irony and oil mines Eroding shorelines lap at memory While the rivers cry Now they cry oh, oh, oh...