Lyrical Breakdown of That's How I'm Livin (Live) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "That's How I'm Livin (Live)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ice-T weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "That's How I'm Livin (Live)" 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-T 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-T's narrative.
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That's how I'm livin'
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I was born in New Jersey
I said it before, but I guess nobody heard me
My mother died young
No sisters, brothers, I was the only son
When I was twelve my pops died too
What's a brother supposed to do?
They sent me out West
To live with my aunt, I guess they thought that was the best
But there was no love there
And growin' with no moms, I guess I was prepared
To live in a vacuum
The bedroom, kitchen, hall and bathroom
I didn't leave home much
I didn't like L.A., I didn't have no friends to trust
Got bussed to a school
Blacks and whites, I guess it was cool
But by high school I changed
I didn't wanna busk, I didn't wanna play the game
I walked to Crenshaw High (Let's see if y'all know)
Shit was fly
I hooked up with a new crew
Dude, you might call 'em a gang
But we called it a set and it was our own thang
The whole school was down
And one thing, whether hardcore or not
You wore the right color or your ass got shot
That's how I'm livin'
That's how I'm livin'
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I did three years in
And made close friends
Havin' no love, my homies became my only
I was glad, the family I never had
I grew up fast
I got a girl in the tenth grade pregnant and needed cash
Had to change my style
Switch from bangin' for hustlin', no more goin' buck wild
Had to get a cash flow
But my hustle was weak, it was a no-go
Came back to the hood
My homies had done good
Had elevated they game
About a hundred G's a lick, no shame
Bashed for the jewels
Baby sledgehammers were the tools
I speak on this with hesitation
Even though I passed the statute of limitations
That's how I'm livin'
That's how I'm livin'
That's how I'm livin'
That's how I'm livin'
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I checked the bank
I bought a Porsche, some gear, earned high street rank
But as I grew
My whole crew fell through
Cops had us on the books
As interstate crooks
Murder, robbery, rape, escape, the whole damn nine
I'll rob a nigga blind
I had too much juice
I cut my boosters loose
Was intrigued with the pimp game
Took on the ice name
But the pimp game move too slow
Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough
Then one night late
I was in a car wreck, lucky to escape
Hospital for ten weeks in a bed
Almost dead
And when I got well
Caught in the cross, locked in a jail cell
That's how I'm livin'
That's how I'm livin'
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So I changed my life
I put down the gun, picked up the mic
It took ten years
To get from there to here
But I still keep a gun
Cops got me on the run
And they hate us more
Now than they ever did before
The homies came back from the pen
We all work together, true friends
But every once in a while, some chump
Mistakes me as a punk
And he gets in my face
And I ain't lyin'
That's how you're dyin'