Lyrical Breakdown of Fields - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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When money talk only broke people listen Ain't gotta pot to piss in can't afford to pay attention These unfamiliar niggas be expecting recognition Respect the intellect let me continue on the mission I used to walk through alleys paths in the field You know that one house where Kenneth use to live Now it's just another shortcut to the store The TV and my window drew the line of what was rich and poor Mommy gave me food stamps told me buy wonder bread On the way these niggas jumped left me wit knot on my head Went to school yesterday but to had leave early 'Cause niggas said they was gone jump me at 3:30 All because I lived in the hood who they had beef with And I ain't tell em, dog, I kept that shit a secret But I can't really trip, niggas looked out for me Nigga played me now that nigga ain't around to tell the story I'm just young nigga on the D.O.T With my headphones on and sack full of weed Rhymes in my head thought nobody wanted to hear em So I had the fiends hitting rocks like the Pilgrims And where I live, it was house, field, field Field, field, house Abandoned house, field, field That nigga much sicker That's why he pop them pills, sip lean, smoke swishers Yea I'm doing drugs thought I never ever try That had eyes so dry dog I wish I could cry I'm fucking bad foreign bitches why you niggas in the hood Smoking on some dirt weed smelling like fire wood Sitting on porches of abandoned houses Or sitting in the field on bed bug ridden couches It's like they all forgot man nobody care about us That why we all ways end up in prison instead of college Living in the system working kitchen for chump change Lost in the streets niggas playing that gun game Where nobody wins just a bunch of mommas losing Dead body in the field and nobody heard the shooting We living in the streets where the options is limited Because its burnt building instead of jobs and buisseness And where I live, it was house, field, field Field, field, house Abandoned house, field, field And where I live, it was house, field, field Field, field, house Abandoned house, field, field