Lyrical Breakdown of Sacrifices - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sacrifices" 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 "Sacrifices" 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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Yea, you know the crazy thing is They gon talk about you when you ain't got shit But then they gon talk about you when you got shit And see they gon talk even though they don't know What you had to do or what you goin through Sacrifices () Seeing yo family scrambling, that's sanity damaging Gotta make a move, can't just stand and be mimicking Have a man who be managing, randomly standing in places he shouldn't Tryin to move that Pamela Anderson under... Standing these hammers and grandma keep paddling Cuz them niggas from the other side of fence will be vanishing New day, new funeral, my grandma be panicking But I gotta eat, she just handing me sandwiches And her appetite like mine got me standing in scandal and Ridin shottie with my homie but I plan to be Phantoming Bumpin something I could feel, fam I need sample And not no Bieber on the hook, I need Anthony Hamilton I got molly, I got white, I be Hannah Montana And like amigo it's illegal but it's grams in my hand again So it probably ain't right but this the land of the scandalous To your own friend snake, you probably can't understand it Then when you go you just gone, all we missing is payments Now the king fall for my freedom that I risk just to pay When ain't no love for these streets, ain't no kissing the pavement Yea I'm sick and tired of shit, they insisting be patient But for what? To wait on that eviction note? I woke up to some real shit, them dreams I have is fictional Unless I go and get it, don't stop get it get it Too alive, threw money in the loop dances with it () Jesus died on that cross, that's a sacrifice Niggas dying for they cross, that's a sacrifice Rosa Parks took a charge, that's a sacrifice If Shawty took that charge for you that's a sacrifice Just do what you gotta do baby Just do what you gotta do baby Just do what you gotta do baby Gotta do what you gotta do baby () Baby gotta do what a baby gotta do Baby mama ain't got it but her baby father do Never pick up baby boy but his Mercedes powder blue Now mammy sick of daddy and the baby got a flu And was crazy bout it too Cuz all she see is lies When she look him in eyes and her baby got him too Pay a little child support but what's so shady bout him too He's in the club he pop Rose but won't bring baby bottles through I know things apart, I ain't say we gotta blue But if you walkin round in Prada buy yo baby Prada too Tellin hoes yes, we can't get a maybe out of you Shit is fucked up and I don't think the baby got a clue What's a lady gotta do? Bend over for dollar tips? Cuz ain't nobody giving young single mothers scholarships Mama just got diagnosed, breast cancer So when they aks what she gon do, her best answer Is I don't know, gotta do what I gotta do I don't know about yo bills but the ones I gotta do People always wanna try to tell you what you gotta do But there's a difference in with those who don't and those who got it through It's called sacrifices, hate to see my man gone Bed was like a pop fly just to bring my man home Can't just leave him out there Gotta believe in yo self even when it's doubt there yea () Jesus died on that cross, that's a sacrifice Niggas dying for they cross, that's a sacrifice Rosa Parks took a charge, that's a sacrifice If Shawty took that charge for you that's a sacrifice Just do what you gotta do baby Just do what you gotta do baby Just do what you gotta do baby Gotta do what you gotta do baby