Lyrical Breakdown of Crazy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Crazy" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Inspectah Deck weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Crazy" 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 Inspectah Deck 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 Inspectah Deck's narrative.
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I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy
But you can't quite turn away
I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy
But you can't quite turn away
It's foul in the street, criminal in the street
Little child running wild, struck down in the street
I'm strapped for the brawl, story of the hood
It was written, you can read it in the graph on the walls
Long as cash is involved, they blast for the cause
And you better break bread or you asking for war
Trying to come out the hood, pray for him
'Cuz he would put the gun down if he somehow could
Baby being born, teenage mother
Fly baby boy found laying in the dumpster?
She couldn't bare the load, she begged for forgiveness
Because it's just tears of soul
And the world so cold, world so bold
Gotta make it so my boy and baby girl, grow old
Hold my head 'cuz I could be the nigga in the news
Stressed 'cuz I need these figures for this food
I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy
But you can't quite turn away
I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy
But you can't quite turn away
I want a better life for my children, I'm building
I'm voting for Barack, I just hope they don't kill him
I'm bugging off the government, they bugging off the fact
That the next Pres. gonna be a woman or a black
I'm sure what's in store, ain't cater to the poor
And I bet many more won't make it through the storm
But I take it will be strong, we face harder hard ships
Labeled me, low class, treat it like I'm garbage
Still I stand tall, rising like a phoenix from the ash
My life tryin' ta see it if I can
'Cuz to me it's all I have, no, I wouldn't trade it
I just meet you on the other side, homey, if I make it
That's why I'm bigger on the grind
I'm so close to the edge, 'cuz I live on the line
And mankind's heading for the worse
We gonna end the world if God don't get to us first
I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy
But you can't quite turn away
I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy
But you can't quite turn away
My man just lost his job
And he was down three, so, now he forced to rob
He was good till he caught the charge
Trying to live that American dream, a three car garage
Man, it's hard and it's ways to go
You can't run from it, 'cuz there's no place to go
And there's no face you know
And there's no cake to blow
And there's no space to grow
I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy
But you can't quite turn away
I know it's crazy, I know it's crazy
But you can't quite turn away