Lyrical Breakdown of Dead Homiez - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dead Homiez" 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 "Dead Homiez" 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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Up early in the morning, dressed in black

Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie

They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!)

I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with

I still hear the screams of his mother

While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!)

And it's getting to my temple

Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?

It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-in

And have some bodies hauled in

But no, I pay my respects and I'm through (whaddup Cube?)

Hug my crew, and maybe shed a tear or two

And I wanna get blitz

Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce

About a brother who had to be the one and only

So I dedicate this to my dead homies

Another homie got murdered on a shakedown

And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown

Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted

A framed picture and a closed casket

A single file line about 50 cars long

All drivin' slow with they lights on

He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath

What good is that when you're six feet deep?

I look at that shit and gotta think to myself

And thank God for my health

'Cause nobody really ever know

When it's gonna be they family on the front row

So I take everything slow, go with the flow

And shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know (Word!)

'Cause that's what Pops told me

But I wish he could have said it to my dead homiez

I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun

Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one

Except me, but I ain't the one to front

Seems like I'm viewin' a body after every month

Plus, I knew him when he was yea big

Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig

But somethin' ain't right

When it's a tragedy, that's the only time that the family's tight

Lovin' each other in a caring mood

There's lots of people and lots of food

They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin'

But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'?

So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up

Because the city is so fuckin' messed up

And everybody is so phony

Take a little time to think about your dead homiez