Lyrical Breakdown of Alive On Arrival - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Alive On Arrival" 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 "Alive On Arrival" 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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Down at the best spot

Its me and JD and they sellin more birds than a pet shop

The spot's hot and everybody nervous

That's when the blue car served us

Oh why did fools had to let loose

Heard six pops from a deuce deuce

Big Tom had to push us

13 niggaz runnin straight to the bushes

For they gats so they could draw down

But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down

Not known why I dropped out

Fuck it, still can't afford to get popped out

So now I gotta jet

Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin wet

Tryin to see if we got him

Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom

Didn't panic but I still looked cracked out

Yelled to the homies then I blacked out

Woke up in the back of a tray

On my way, to MLK

That the county hospital jack

Where niggaz die over a little scratch

Still sittin in the trauma center

In my back is where the bullet entered

Yo nurse I'm gettin kind of warm

Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin form

Coughin up blood on my hands and knees

Then I heard "freeze nigger don't move"

Yo, I didn't do a thing

Didn't wanna go out like my man Rodney King

Still got gaffled

Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel

Now I'm handcuffed

Being asked information on my gang affiliation

I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes

And I'm a victim of neighborhood crime

I need to see a MD

And ya'll mothafuckers giving me the third degree

Look at the waiting room

Its filled to the rim like the county jail day room

Nobody gettin help

Since we poor

The hospital move slow

Now I'm layed out

People steppin over me to get closer to the tv

Just like a piece of dog shit

Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet

One hour done passed

Done watched two episodes of M*A*S*H

And when I'm almost through

They call my name and put me on ICU

Halfway dead

No respect and handcuffed to the bed

Now the trauma starts

Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart

So I begin the ass kissin

Just to get looked at by an overworked physician

Got the chills, but my temperatures 103

Only got a band-aid and an IV

That's when I start cussin

Police steady askin me who did the bustin

Why oh why can't I get help

Cause I'm black, I gots to go for self

Too many black bodies the hospital housin

So at 10 P.M. I was Audi 5000