Lyrical Breakdown of Feed The Hungry - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Guru weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Feed The Hungry" 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 Guru 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 Guru's narrative.

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[Chorus] Feed the hungry, and house the poor We gotta save these babies and stop the wars. [x2] [Verse 1] What is success if we can't reach back And drop a jewel, in today's schools, they don't teach that Our ancestors were kings and queens, peep that So called educators need to learn to teach facts From the slum alleyways and the burned-down apartments TO the drug infested buildings where the gun rounds be barking I see promise in the eyes of the babies Still the death toll and trauma, drive me crazy I watch how they're making us, I spot where they're taking us In every neighborhood, the block is hot and dangerous And what's the point of a fist in the air If the children are starving, and the men don't care BUt niggaz dont care, and they don't realize For us to have the chances we got, many have died And hear the cries of the innocent ones, the victims of guns And see how shits wickedly run [Chorus x4] [Verse 2] Though they might hate my kind, they cant incarcerate my mind I control my own fate, watch me break these vines Who else can enlighten the people and fight against evil Comes against me, and your plight will be legal You know they gonna start another war again We got a few good men, but there's much more of them And I doubt we'll see another Martin or Malcolm 'Cause the rims and the blimps, have distored the outcome And how come, we'd rather floss than get our souls right Still some stay up hustlin the whole night I Guess that's why we got war in our own hoods 'Cause we can't even save ourselves, for our own good And what don't kill you can make you stronger Keep procrasinating, it'll take you longer But in these trouble times, so many troubled minds I see them rocking us to sleep like a lullaby [Chorus x2] It's easier for one, to give advice Than it is for a person to run one's own life That's why I can't get caught up in all the hype I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight It's easier for one, to give advice Than it is for a person to run one's own life That's why I can't get caught up in all the hype I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight [Chorus x2] [Female singer] WE gotta stop the war. Save the children. Yea Feed the hundry, house the poor. We gotta save The babies and stop the war. [Voice fades out]