Lyrical Breakdown of Some How Some Way - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Some How Some Way" 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 "Some How Some Way" 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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Please believe that Some how, some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how, some way We gotta make it up out this life, c'mon Some how, some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some way, we gotta make it up out this life Whether we dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker Some how, we gotta get up out this motherfucker Some day the cops'll kill a mo'fucker I don't always wanna be this drug dealing mo'fucker, damn Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride Through the sky, I Used to play the hall and fifth floor, me and my boys We all poor getting high, I Seen the worst of the worst, I deserve every blessing I received, I'm from the dirt I, planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park, Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand, and Still I grew, some how I knew that the sun'll shine through, and Touch my soul, take hold of my hand Look man, a tree grows in Brooklyn Some how, some way I gotta make it up out the hood someday Some how, some way I gotta make it up out this life, c'mon Some way, I gotta make it up out this hood someday To Lil' Nell, Sigel Street, I ain't forget you 20 niggas on the block trying to chase that buck Nosey neighbors and haters keep they face on stuck Cops roll up on the pavement, break the dice games up Moms smoke, kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over rope, the young boys hype things up Niggas fighting over coke, the young boys light things up All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up 'Member Lil' Eddie draw, man how he light mean up Then they wonder why we light green up Back to back steamers trying to relax but I can't, I lean up Ain't the L or the reefer that steam up (that steam up) It's my head and I'm stressed to the point I get a fever Thinking 'bout the block and all the mothers and kids That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed 'em For the rest of their life Fucking wings, fried vegetable rice (gotta be kidding) No breakfast, Cap'n Crunch at night Our kids eating lunch at night In their beds all bunched in tight No less than three or four (you know how it go) Two by the foot, two by the headboard Man I'm getting scared for them (yeah, I know) That's how I feel for them And we gotta grip of shorties on the block All they do is smoke weed and drink forties, cop their quarties Enough to get the latest ROC, newest Glock, and old Jordies Some how, some way We gon' make it up out this hood one day Some how, some way We gon' make it up out this life, yeah And some how, some way We gon' make it up out the hood one day Some way, we gon' make it up out this life Right here another lil' story 'bout this clique I claimed Got another chapter based on how I get that game Just hanging 'round my neighborhood, bang my street Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep South-side, Sunnyside Is the blocks I run, South Acres, South Park Nigga all got guns Over here we got this code Charlie, get that there We know tomorrow ain't a promise so we get that now Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps Working inside a smoke house starving to death Serving these niggas flippers, quarter-ounces and jippers Agents snapping your picture Neighbors plotting to get ya Situations is critic I was out here be getting it Living it like a savage 'cause nigga I gotta have it They holding back on a motherfucker, I'm in it for the haul, dog Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all y'all Lord be willing and the creek don't rise I'ma be a nigga and these streets gon' rise (Some how, some way) (Some how, some way) I'ma be a nigga and these streets gon' rise (Some how, some way) Some how, some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how, some way We gotta make it up out this life, c'mon Some how, some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some way, we gotta make it up out this life