Lyrical Breakdown of Ain't With Being Broke - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ain't With Being Broke" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Geto Boys weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ain't With Being Broke" 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 Geto Boys 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 Geto Boys's narrative.

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Let me hear a stone croak, "Better to have money and not to need it; Than to need it and not to have it!" Money, more money (I AIN'T WITH BEING BROKE!) I've got to get my hands on some Lemonheads don't quote, I ain't with bein broke I'm tired of my mother bustin ass for other folks Gettin nowhere fast While the ho on the corner makin mo' money sellin ass! I ain't with this outfit I gotta make some moves to buy T Jones some nice shit Before she kill herself, workin on a job all week That don't even make the fuckin ends meet I walk down Main Street Growls in my tummy cause I ain't had nuttin to eat So how the fuck am I gon' thank? When I'm in a funky sweatsuit and see a bitch in a mink Her ass is tooken out puttin non-stop Make the swap and go shop I said that to say this and every note I ain't with being broke! Money, more money (I AIN'T WITH BEING BROKE!) Got to get my hands on some Money, more money Got to get my hands on some I was BORN in a cheap-ass hospital Brought to 5th Ward, stuffed right in the middle Of a rock and a hard spot Before my dad got that ass I was already counted out What a motherfuckin pity Momma couldn't afford milk so We had to suck her titty In the kitchen every night I would see Rats and roaches eatin better than me There was no Thanksgiving They say I'm a fool for thanking God for living But bein broke ain't no motherfuckin joke Well out in '91 shit just ain't happenin bro I never had a God damn thing Christmas came and went, without a choo-choo train In the ghettos gifts get stole or bought Ain't no motherfuckin Santa Claus! Money, more money (I AIN'T WITH BEING BROKE!) I've got to get my hands on some, sweet mo-neyyyy Money, more money (I AIN'T WITH BEING BROKE!) I've got to get my hands on some Let the gunshots RANG OUT, blow my God damn BRAINS OUT If you've been there, you know what I'm talkin about Gettin over tops my agenda The easy way out, is to jump out of a window But that's a dopefiend move gone left I'll kill you, but not MYSELF I tried to do the right things major But that didn't put no food on the table Went back to school to get my G.E.D But who's gonna hire a motherfucker like me? ... McDonald's don't fit They work you like a dog plus they talk too much shit! Without them dollar signs It's like livin and dyin at the same time And you wonder why a motherfucker selldope? He ain't with being broke! Money, more money (I AIN'T WITH BEING BROKE!) I've got to get my hands on some, yeahhhh Money, more money (I AIN'T WITH BEING BROKE!) I've got to get my hands on some Money - yeahhhh, money - yeahh Talkin 'bout money Yeahhh money Talkin 'bout that mean green Talkin 'bout that money Money, more money We've got to get our hands on some We need money...