Lyrical Breakdown of Pain - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pain" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Fabolous weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pain" 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 Fabolous 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 Fabolous's narrative.
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A lot of people, black, white, Mexican, young or old, fat or skinny
Have a problem being true to themselves
They have a problem looking in the mirror
And looking directly into their soul
And the reason I am who I am today is because I
Can look directly into my face and find my soul
I'm old enough to know better, young enough to not give a fuck
Rather hold my head high and die than live and duck
If you cool with being taken down or giving up
Your lifestyle's a blow job, your way of living sucks
I done felt pain, waited but no help came
Went through some crazy shit, still kept myself sane
You ever been dying of thirst and smelled rain?
Ever been told "go to hell" and felt flames?
The water's to your neck and only gets deeper
It's all downhill and it only gets steeper
Gotta get over it, be a hurdle leaper
It cost to be the boss and it ain't getting no cheaper
But there's a man above that we all under, bro
No bread truck but he work wonders though
After you wake up, everything is wonderful
And you can overcome anything you undergo
As an artist I'm just trying to paint the perfect picture
But see what trying to wait for somebody that's perfect gets you
That usually leads to nothing, like virgin kisses
And I be trying to cut, surgeon bitches
Dreams of splurging riches, pretty but curvy misses
Chef to serve the dishes, driver to swerve the ditches
I'm just another kid on the curb with wishes
And these streets is tough, on the verge of vicious
So I sold weed and crack, merged the business
That white girl helped a nigga, Fergalicious
But getting money bring jealousy and verbal disses
So when you killing shit, watch out for the murder witness
An old head told me let nothing disturb your business
Beef is only good when you in the burger business
So I chill, but loaded up the steel
Like I wish a nigga would, but I know a nigga will
But for real, you loaded up to kill
Cause soon as a nigga good is the sooner a nigga will
And I don't owe these niggas nothing
Put that in a nigga will