Lyrical Breakdown of Vision - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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It would be simple, wouldn't it? My father was away trapping Watch lives What happened to you? Magic? What's magic? Out with the vision myself (self) I had to fend for myself (self) I get the green like it's kelp (kelp) I put that shit in the pail (pail) Make sure my mama do well (well) All of my bitches do well (do well) All of my bitches do well (do well) My bitches shine like jewels (jewels) I get that cash through the wire I make 'em plays on the cell (cell) I free my sister out cell (cell) I got that check through the mail (mail) Jupiter, jumbo, or giant (giant) Whippin' that paint, jambalaya (laya) I held your hoe with a spell (spell) I put that bitch on the trail (trail) Hope I be smoking the finest Running the game like a tyrant Winter when nothing else fails (fails) Winter still bringing you hell (hell) Simply sin for me, bitch, sing a symphony Bitch just defending me, she thought that this was skin-deep Been took your bag, been told you that you been weak Been had the mag, been on the line, assembly Tragedy in the street Lookin' for someone to laugh with me, incomplete Lookin' for someone to match with me, Desert Eagle Lookin' for someone that blast for me, Desert Eagle Lookin' for someone to fly with me, get high with me, no Visine Just see what my eyes see, open my eyes, free me Just remind me where I'm from and what's going on What's happening? The gas going, the motor flowing Bitch, what's happening? Remind me where I'm from And what's happening? The motor going, the gas flowing Bitch, what's happening? I did some dirt with the clique Went and got cliqued by myself Couldn't belittle myself Couldn't be all weak-as-hell (hell) I just be weary of self (self) I had to fend for myself (I had to fend for myself) Had to get low like the jail pose Check rear-view, then lose the tail, bro (check rear-view, then lose the tail) I'ma skip over the hellhole I had the vision myself They clouded me at a standstill I picked up a penny and left (penny and left) I picked up the clip (with a step) with a step Singular current event, everything we in the midst of How long you waiving the rent? (Ugh) Moratorium extendo, I'm just evading the pit Ain't no parade in the tent (tent) Fuck out my face with syringe Fixing my face, feigning interest 'Lone, all my patience get thin (everything takes patience) Everything he say, I missed it Can't believe you get paid for this shit (whatever stock up the shelves) Whatever stock up the shelves Niggas thinking that they figured it out Hit the lab, whip up a cell They itching for it, I seen it's been a drought I hear the toll of the bell, tried to atone with a prayer (prayer) Know the toll never tell (tell) You gon' see when you get there, and he out, ugh I would do anything to make my children happy Please, black girl, is there anything you can do to help me? Maybe there is... (magic) How can I make our Black children happy without any magic? It depends upon what you tell them Magic is only make-believe And our children do not need to grow up in a make-believe world You need to tell them the truth and help make them feel proud of who they are The magic of truth is much more powerful than magic of make-believe But what can I tell them? Tell them that they're beautiful, tell them that they're Black Here, take hold of my wing and I will take you to someone Who can give you something even better than magic