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 Picture all the possibilities Sounds like a love song Sounds like a love song Most incredible, baby (Ooh) uh (Ooh-ooh-ooh) mm, mm, mm, mm (Ooh-ooh-ooh) yeah, yeah Uh 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