Lyrical Breakdown of Homesick - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Homesick" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Homesick" 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 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's narrative.
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Yeah, yeah yeah
Hey, man, let me tell you something, man
I ain't gotta leave no motherfuckin' message
Yeah, yeah yeah
This Big Time motherfuckin' Watts man
When I call you answer the goddamn phone motherfucker
Freddie motherfuckin' Gibbs
I ain't no groupie, I'm your motherfuckin' uncle
Now answer the goddamn phone next time I call you, boy
Or I'ma come down there and beat your ass
Since I came home, police across the street takin' pictures right when I came home
Nigga get a watch, and a couple chains, think he harder than you
Drop the jewelry, grow some dreads, think he smarter than you
Please yourself or please your homies, man, what's harder to do?
Did some things in life I know I don't want my daughter to do
Shit, got a list of things I don't want my daughter to do
On the blade, tryna get paid, choppin' hard with the crew
Type of shit I did to make me feel a part of the crew
'Til I cut my niggas off, now I'm apart from the crew
I'm playin' my own so I cannot play y'all positions for my niggas
They hate me pocket watchin', they got me distant from my niggas
Shit's so fake this days, I got's to keep a pistol around my niggas
Got me on some Grayson Allen shit, I'm trippin' on my niggas, Lord
Chevy dookie blue on them 22's
Cali pack will send them bitches through, let them bitches move
Everyday I toke a couple Qs, serve that after school
Momma take my money, yeah, that's cool but she don't approve
Birds take a bath, dip them in the pool
'Bout to hit them bitches with the soda, watch them do the fool
Everyday I toke a couple Qs, serve that after school
Momma take my money yeah that's cool but she don't approve
Since I came home, right when I came home
Since I came home, police across the street takin' pictures right when I came home
Since I came home, right when I came home
Since I came home, police across the street takin' pictures right when I came home
I ain't seen my nigga since I came home
Thought it'd be bottles and bitches right when I came home
Found out my problems was bigger right when I came home
Police across the street takin' pictures right when I came home
I can't keep a bitch 'cause I can't feel the love
They always say there was somethin' there when there never was
I donate money to children but I'm still sellin' drugs
Yeah, I get that yol' for the low-low but was I really plug?
Life was off my mental, wasn't plugged in
Every day I pray the Lord the lotto scratch my plug out
Stay off the phone, ain't no service up in this drug house
Smell too strong to hit Sunday service, I'm shippin' drugs out
I ain't seen my nigga since I came home
Guess he somewhere gettin' that paper, he can't pick up the phone
Wish him the best, leave him alone and let him stay in his zone
And once he fall the fuck off then fuck him, he on his own
Since I came home, right when I came home
Since I came home, police across the street takin' pictures right when I came home
Since I came home, right when I came home
Since I came home, police across the street takin' pictures right when I came home
I just almost lost it all, for my niggas
Just sat in the cell, ten thousand miles away from my child, for my niggas
It's when I realized I gotta start livin' for my child, and not my niggas, know what I'm sayin'?
I remember not havin' nothin' to read in the cell for a whole month you know what I mean?
The fuckin' guards took me to the library and all the books was in German and shit
You know what I'm sayin', nigga?
That almost broke me down you know
Erica flew all the way over there
Brought a nigga some books, know what I'm sayin'?
She held me down, know what I mean?
Through all the bullshit, all my bullshit she held me down
I love her for that, yeah
I'm back
And I ain't goin' nowhere this time, yeah, amen