Lyrical Breakdown of A Bird In The Hand - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Ice Cube weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "A Bird In The Hand" 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 Ice Cube 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 Ice Cube's narrative.

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Fresh out of school cause I was a high school grad

Gots to get a job 'cause I was a high school dad

Wish I got paid like I was rappin' to the nation

But that's not likely so here's my application

Pass it to the man at AT&T

'Cause when I was in school I got the A-E-E

But there's no S-E for this youngsta

I didn't have no money so now I have to punch the

Clock like a slave, that's what be happenin'

But whitey says there's no room for the African

Always knew that I would clock G's

But welcome to McDonald's can I take your order please

Gotta sell ya food that might give you cancer

'Cause my son doesn't take no for an answer

Now I pay taxes that you never give me back

What about diapers, bottles, and similac

Do I gotta go sell me a whole lotta crack

For decent shelter and clothes on my back?

Or should I just wait for help from Bush

Or Jesse Jackson, and operation Push

If you ask me the whole thing needs a douche

A masengel what the hell cracker sell in the neighborhood

To the corner house bitches

Miss porker, little Joe or Todd Bridges

Or anybody that he know

So I got me a bird, better known as a kilo

Now everybody know I went from po' to a nigga that got dough

So now you put the feds against me

'Cause I couldn't follow the plan of the presidency

I'm never givin' love again

But blacks are too fuckin' broke to be republican

Now I remember I used to be cool

Till I stopped fillin' out my W-2

Now senators are gettin' high

And your plan against the ghetto backfired

So now you got a pep talk

But sorry, this is our only room to walk

'Cause we don't want to drug push

But a bird in the hand is worth more than the bush

Tell the politicians, the hustlers, live and let live (yeah)