Lyrical Breakdown of 03’ Adolescence - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "03’ Adolescence" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how J. Cole weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "03’ Adolescence" 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 J. Cole 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 J. Cole's narrative.

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I grew up, a fuckin' screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they was newer Damn, need somethin' newer In love with the baddest girl in the city, I wish I knew her I wish I weren't so shy, I wish I was a bit more fly I wish that I, could tell her how I really feel inside That I'm the perfect nigga for her, but then maybe that's a lie She like a certain type of nigga, and it's clear I'm not that guy Ball player, star player, I'm just watchin' from the side On the bench, 'cause my lack of confidence won't let me fly I ain't grow up with my father, I ain't thinkin' bout that now Fast forward four years or so from now I'll probably cry When I realize what I missed, but as of now my eyes are dry 'Cause I'm tryna stay alive in the city where too many niggas die Dream in quiet tryna dodge a suit and tie Who am I? (Who am I?) Aye who am I? (Yeah) Things change, rearrange, or so do I It ain't always for the better dawg, I can't lie I get high \cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul If you see my tears fall just let me be Move along, nothing to see I always did shit the hard way My niggas out slangin' in the hallway Burnt CD's and trees like this was broadway Times Square, kept the dimes there in the locker Some Reggie Miller With more brown hairs than Chubacca Whispers that he got it for the low low seller Dime for a dub, them white boys ain't know no better Besides, what's twenty dollars to a nigga like that? He tell his pops he need some lunch and he gon' get it right back I peep game, got home snatched my mama keychain Took her whip, the appeal, to ill to refrain I hit the boulevard pull up to my nigga front door His mama at home, she still let em' hit the blunt though I told her hello and sat with my nigga and laughed And talked about how we gon' smash all the bitches in class I complimented how I see him out here getting his cash And just asked, "What a nigga gotta do to get that? Put me on" He just laughed when he seen I was sure 17 years breathing his demeanor said more He told me, "Nigga you know how you sound right now? You won't my mans, I would think that you're clown right now listen" "You everything I wanna be that's why I fucks with you So how you looking up to me, when I look up to you?" "You bout to go get a degree, I'm bout to be stuck with two choices Either graduate to weight or sell a number two For what? A hundred bucks or two a week? Do you think that you would know what to do if you was me? I got, four brothers, one mother that don't love us If they ain't never want us why the fuck they never wore rubbers?" I felt ashamed to have ever complained about my lack of gear And thought about how far we done came From trailer park to a front yard with trees in the sky Thank you mama dry your eyes, there ain't no reason to cry You made a genius and I, ain't gon' take it for granted I ain't gon' settle for lesser, I ain't gon' take what they handed Nah I'm gon' take what they owe me and show you that I can fly And show ol' girl what she missing The illest nigga alive, aye, who am I? Things change, rearrange, or so do I aye who am I?) It ain't always for the better dawg, I can't lie (aye who am I?) I get high 'cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul If you see my tears fall just let me be Move along, nothing to see I never felt better