Lyrical Breakdown of Every Year - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Every Year" 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 E-40 employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Make me feel it, uhhh It's in the heart man I can feel it right here It's in the heart man I can feel it right here man, it's real (Every year about this time) Every year about this time, yessuh (There's someone like me) There's always a dark cloud that lingers over the city There it is And I wanna preach about it, looka here Every year about this time I get to diggin up old school memories that I keep stored in the back of the head in the back of my mind that I always seem to find When I'm marinatin with my peoples, slappin bones and drinkin wine Just come home from Quentin, and all I know is strind Grind, time-uhh, dope game been gone it's either white collared crime or uhh, clickin da bones How can I make some sort of dividends How can I get my mathematics on how can I get in where I fit in How can I, get in get gone Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time There's someone like me Every year about this time) About this time, uhh (They lock us up, and throw away the key) Every year about this time-uhh, oh what a pity 'ater Spooky dark cloud lingers, over the city uhh Life and death does it, coincide Will that, scared man live to tell how, that brave man died A j-a-just the other day, coulda sworn I heard a brother say White folks kill they parents, but black folks kill each other You make the bed you lay in, if this is what you choose But if you choose to cross the game, then I'd have to break the news uhh Sky-ballin and doin dirt, not haulin dirt I'm used to fast cash and big bucks, fuck construction work And how can I make some sort of dividends How can I get my mathematics, how can I get in where I fit in How can I, get in get gone Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time There's someone like me Every year about this time They lock us up, and throw away the key) You think I'll ever be able to turn some of this dirty money into some clean money? Get a bidness license maybe someday start a record company? Good intentions but I, never follow through I got good intentions but I, never follow through Systemized, a big nigga for my shoe size, trust me I'll fuck you You ain't from the hood nigga, so you ain't got a clue If I ever strike it rich UHH, I ain't gon never move Cause I'm a pistol packin weed smokin, nigga witta attitude How can I make some sort of dividend how can I get my mathematics on, how can I get in where I, fit in How can I, get in get gone Every year about this time it's always, someone like me They uhh, handcuff and shackle, and uhh, throw away the key (Every year about this time There's someone like me Every year about this time They lock us up, and throw away the key)