Lyrical Breakdown of Broken - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs feat. Madlib & Scarface weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Broken" 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 Freddie Gibbs feat. Madlib & Scarface 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 Freddie Gibbs feat. Madlib & Scarface's narrative.

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Yeah, Allah the merciful, the beneficent Curse over blessing, pray it be heaven sent Forgive me, my dirty deeds was desperate Fuck the government, I got my own deficit Death to me the only thing that's definite Money rule the world, but when you dead that shit's irrelevant Fingers numb from coka selling, no vote, but out for presidents Granny found my dope, I told her I would stop for selling it Nigga please -- she knew I was lying before I even spoke it Empty promises left them all broken She said "Jamel, I can tell your perspective out of focus You too obsessed with the liquor, bitches and weed smoking" A young nigga that's been thugging since the old days Promise I've done seen everything but old age Pray my demons never catch up from my old ways Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase Keep the heat cause I was going through a cold phase Promise I've done seen everything but old age Surviving off cold cuts and cold Spam Can't see eye to eye with my old man Hiding my insecurities with this gang flag We both despise the police, but he wore the same badge And as I child I admired that, now I wonder how He was a pig, but you was barely making 20 thou I guess that's why you put me on that lick for 20 pounds A life of crime is all we ever shared from then to now And I'm a crook and you crooked, that's all we got in common He chucked the deuce to my mama, so much for family bonding But how could something so destined to be just get demolished? Running through groupies and boppers, I guess I got it honest And honestly I know I'm out here fucking up Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts And seven bucks an hour wasn't good enough Cause seven days a week I'm living in a rush Seven days a week I'm living in a rush Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts If money was the root to what the evil is Is it mandatory for me to live? I hustle harder than the next dude Remember, everybody is out to get you Niggas don't respect to live and let live So I pack a .40 caliber cause that's how shit is Out here, no fear, fuck feelings Trigger man rule, that's the art of drug dealing I'm trying to stack my money to the ceiling No new friends, don't wanna talk about old business Sex on the beach, sipping Guinness With a bitch so thick she can't take no dick Imagine working grave-yard shifts Bossman steady talking that shit A million a day is for minimum wage Work a nigga like a slave 'til he put him in his grave Fred, I'm on the same page Seven days a week I'm living in a rush Seven grams of rock, I stuff 'em in my nuts