Lyrical Breakdown of Song Cry - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay-Z weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Song Cry" 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 Jay-Z 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 Jay-Z's narrative.

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Picture all the possibilities

Sounds like a love song

Most incredible, baby

(Ooh) uh

(Ooh-ooh-ooh) mm, mm, mm, mm

(Ooh-ooh-ooh) yeah, yeah

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

Good dude, I know you love me like cooked food

Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move

We was together on the block since free lunch

We shoulda been together havin' Four Seasons brunch

We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather

So now we travel first-class to change the forecast

Never in bunches, just me and you

I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches

Still I left you for months on end

It's been months since I checked back in

We're somewhere in a small town

Somewhere lockin' a mall down

Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down

I can understand why you want a divorce now

Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it

Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with

But deep inside, a nigga so sick

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta let the song cry

Can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me & My Bitch"

Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit

Empty gun in your hand, sayin', "Let me see that clip"

Shopping sprees, pull out your Visa quick

A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip

You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6

We was so happy poor, but when we got rich

That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped

Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit

Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it

It was the cheese, helped them bitches get amnesia quick

I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me

Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me

Then I showed up in that dubbed-out buggy

And then they got fuzzy, and they don't remember that

And I don't remember you

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes

But I gotta make the song cry

I can't see it comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone

Word back home is that you had a special friend

So what was oh so special then?

You have given away without gettin' at me

That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me?

How was I to know that you was plain sick of me?

I know the way a nigga livin' was wack

But you don't get a nigga back like that

Shit, I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that

You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that

You don't throw away what we had just like that

I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back

They say you can't turn a bad girl good

But once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever

I'll mourn forever

Shit, I've got to live with the fact I did you wrong forever

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta let the song cry

I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes

But I gotta make the song cry

I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes

So I gotta make the song cry

It's fucked up, girl