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