Lyrical Breakdown of Black Man in Hollywood - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black Man in Hollywood" 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 "Black Man in Hollywood" 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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Black Man in Hollywood — J. Cole How low are these glass ceilings? And could I gain Whatever before has never been attained due to this game In these invisible chains on me? How can I reign with these reins on me? Walked out the house today, it rained on me Left my umbrella, life is just like the weather Highs and lows, before yes, a thousand no's Got an audition, running late again Can't make the rent, time to get paid again Weaving through traffic on the 405, it's Sunset With dreams to be immortalized, before the sunset Got a message for my latest ho, "You're done yet?" I told her "No" two hours later though, "You cum yet?" Grab my jeans, it seems, being far from my dreams Is temporarily forgotten when she screams, I exit scene Stare at the clock and know I'm runnin' out of time Gettin' high and memorizin' lines Just like a black man in Hollywood (My nigga, don't look up, my nigga) (My nigga, don't look up) I'm just like a black man in Hollywood (My nigga, don't look up, my nigga) (My nigga, don't look up) no love for the black man in Hollywood (My nigga, don't look up, my nigga) (My nigga, don't look up) Just like a black man in Hollywood (My nigga, don't look up, my nigga) (My nigga, don't look up) no love, no love Back home, my niggas thuggin', Lil Ro' just got parole I'ma send him somethin', meanwhile I can't get a role 'Less a nigga thuggin', selling dope or pimpin' hoes And the rent is comin', ay, but my pockets gettin' low And I'm sick of runnin', I need somethin' for my soul Is it in a woman? I been fuckin' all these hoes If I had a woman, plus some wings that I could grow I would grab my woman, spread my wings and I would go So far away, so far away We'd play whoever we want, yeah We'd play whoever we want, yeah So far away, so far away We'd play whoever we want We'd play whoever we want, yeah Just like a black man in Hollywood (My nigga, don't look up, my nigga) (My nigga, don't look up) no love for the black man in Hollywood (My nigga, don't look up, my nigga) (My nigga, don't look up) I'm just a black man in Hollywood (My nigga, don't look up, my nigga) (My nigga, don't look up) Just like a black man in Hollywood (My nigga, don't look up, my nigga) (My nigga, don't look up)