Lyrical Breakdown of Talking To My Diary - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Dr. Dre weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Talking To My Diary" 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 Dr. Dre 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 Dr. Dre's narrative.

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I just need y'all to try to bear with me for a minute

While I talk about the pages of my diary

Listen up

I remember when I got started my intention was to win

But a lot of shit changed since then

Some more friends became enemies in the quest of victory

But I made a vow, never let this shit get to me

I let it pass, so I consider that part of my history

And I'm strong; financially, physically

Mentally I'm on a whole 'nother level

And don't forget that I came from the ghetto

Sold a new house for my moms, that's special

I let you going shopping till your feet get tired

Then a new Benz just for you to ride in

When I didn't have it, you provided

Don't be surprised that I built an enterprise

And my house got a view of the city like a highrise

I'm just talking to my diary, I'm just talking to my diary

When I open up my book I think about the world later

No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper

I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary

Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind

I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high

I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary

Now puff-puff-pass got a nigga having flashbacks

I remember how it used to be

Now my money like NASDAQ, my checks you can cash that

I remember how it used to be

I used to be a starving artist so I would never starve an artist

This is my passion, it's where my heart is

It gets the hardest when I think about the dearly departed

Like the nigga I started with

I know Eazy can see me now, looking down through the clouds

And regardless, I know my nigga still proud

It's been a while since we spoke but you still my folks

We used to sit back, laugh and joke

Now I remember when we used to do all-nighters

You in the booth and Cube in the corner writing

Where Ren at? Shout out to my nigga Yella

Damn, I miss that

Shit, a nigga having flashbacks

When I open up my book I think about the world later

No ink in the pen, no lines on the paper

I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary

Sometimes when I got a lot of shit on my mind

I'm just staring at the sky, you probably thinkin' I'm high

I'm just, I'm just, I'm just talking to my diary