Lyrical Breakdown of Color Blind - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Color Blind" 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 "Color Blind" 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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Ice cube: Here's another day at the stoplight I'm lookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me South central is puttin ice cube to the test With four brothas in the ss Now, I can't go around and can't back up So I gotta peep game layin in the cut Is this a jack or a kidnap? Since I'm never ever slippin I'm fully strapped I grab my gat out the glove Do these fools got a problem with me, or do they got love? And when the light turn green, I don't bone out I wanna see, what these black men are all about Cuz if it's my time, I'm just short If not, I'm pluggin they super sport First they get behind my ride Then they switch lanes to the left side I'm scopin out the one smokin indo' Comin up fast, rollin down his window He threw up a sign, I put away my nine Fool, cuz I'm color blind Threat: Killa cali, the state where they kill Over colors cuz brothas don't know the deal And they'll cap you, not if they have to But if they want to, first they might confront you But every nigga on my block can't stop And he won't stop and he don't stop Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang And rookies ain't the only ones that drop Some say the little locs are gettin a little too loc'ed And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most Say the wrong words then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird Bust a u-turn, come back and get served, nigga For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get But wearin the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me Cuz I slang these thangs like a g It's on, is anybody killin for the summertime I gotta get another nine, even though I'm colorblind Kam: I'm fresh outta county on bail And no sooner do I get out, seems like I'm right back in jail For some gang related activity Cuz everyday, different fools try to get with me For no more than a color or territory Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story So what's left, the judge goes deaf When you try to tell your side and you ain't blue eyed Boy you better duck, cuz the book is comin' And just hand your car keys over to your woman Because it ain't no sunshine where you headed And the shit'll drive you crazy if you let it But now I got time to think Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink And I ain't even shed a tear Cuz believe it or not, they got more love for me here Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph Cuz brothas, you don't know the half On the streets I was damn near outta my mind But ever since I've been down, I'm colorblind WC: Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine I was told to peel a cap on the other side Yo, young and dumb and full of come up, a baby loc I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke Coolio: Stable and able but I'm not ready and willin' Cuz I'm only 13 and I ain't never did a killin' Grabbed the a.k. and jumped in the g ride Started up the bucket and headed for the other side Wc: Yo, spotted the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip Hit the 5 dollar stick and I put in my clip Coolio: So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost I had my mind set on sendin niggaz to harrisons ross Wc: Caught one from the back and I looked in his eyes Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive Yo, I'm trapped in the plan designed by the other kind Coolio: I ain't contributin' to genocide (why?) Cuz I was colorblind King Tee: Niggaz in the hood ain't changed And I've finally figure out that we're not in the same gang Cuz, I walk the alleys of compton with nowhere to turn Every which way I get burned baby Lou wears blue, big fred wears red Put 'em together and we color 'em dead Dead, dyin, gettin smoked like part of the fun They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral J-dee(lench mob): I understand how all my homeboys feel Cuz I've been shot and to this day, I pack my steel Cuz I was born in a certain territory Where you don't talk only the streets tell stories With blue and red bandanas on the street And if you're slippin, you'll be six feet deep Cuz me and t-bone, we pay it no mind And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind...