Lyrical Breakdown of Sing for the levon - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Eminem weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Sing for the levon" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Crazies, Crazies, Crazies
Christopher
So official, team official
These ideas, nightmares
White parents, it's worse to bear as a child
With dyed hair and black earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
See him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold, and he don't care
He's a problem child
What bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fucking dad walking out
He hates him so bad that he blocks him out
Saw him again, he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad
So he's talking back, talking black
Brainwashed from rock and rap
He snagged his pants, threw rags in a stocking casket
His stepfather hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
Has no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on! Sing! Sing it!
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon
Entertainment is changing, and it's winding with gangsters
Land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, I only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely, because don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate
Words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can detain
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the store shippers platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
From standing on corners and porches just rapping
To having a fortune no more, kissing asses
Then these cliques crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want to turn it to
Get their hands on every dime you have
You lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out, you look like a loose cannon
Any dispute, don't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors want to convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listening to me religiously
Signing CDs while police fingerprint me
For the judge's daughter, for this grudge is against me
For I'm such a fucking menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B
It's all political, my music is literal
How the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrero
That was a bitch that hit you
Come on! Sing! Sing it!
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Levon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Levon