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