Lyrical Breakdown of High - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jean Grae weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "High" 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 Jean Grae 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 Jean Grae's narrative.

This lyrical analysis of "High" not only celebrates Jean Grae's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

Claiming the, city is mine, prettiest dime I don't like the way that people defending Kelly in public Wide spoken on the, quote it Similar, [?] get it [?] tatted Below the shoulders spelling, "Jean Grae" Inside picket fences and larger houses [?] imitating My life of living is a constant struggle Juggle with empty hands Troubled and worried about the future plans Hoping God's looking out of high windows Keep climbing, keep falling back Sip a little Cognac [?] holding pennies inside a wallet Instead of dollars holler if you feel it The quest for dollar, [?] an achievement Bleed until my final hour, believe it This hunger never quit, it only goes deeper Get high, try to get my burn on like a ton of reefer I'm a fiend Stay on my mind, it's all green You don't even respect the history, or bother to notice Street in effect credit, somebody's child is claimed dead, but fuck it He used it in a single, most of you using less bars and more hooks Juggling titties, sell a song And crooks and criminals in Entourage but nobody's wrong, come off it I've seen a puff and plenty, in case the bass is friendly Can never kill, I'm ruthless only for the mic to [?] You can keep your cases for shit, I'm chasing this dream Running a thousand feet in the sand, envisioning cream Replacing rock, hitting brick walls, door shut Take my picture blow it up, post it on [?] promo Fighting it solo, [?] to rock the boat Alone in it, praying like Charlie for golden tickets I'm sick of women diminished by bitches claiming they kick it Written strictly from the heart, skin will never be seen Not for green Niggas dying [?] Higher than kites, blood on they flyest clothes Lying hoes, repping women, stripping, neglecting they children Deconstruct an education as quick as they could be gaining elevation But it's always easy to dumb it, you want it you got it A nation of instant gratification Either microwaving or speeding to some fast [?] Scheming to reaching, American dreaming is catching up I mean you walking home and might get hit by a sniper Life is always unappreciated, especially us It could be genocide for certain 'less we strengthen it up Awake and take control and be the colors we blush Creation never meant to get as far as a bus Forsaken, all the splendor rendered us blind Thinking the role of recline Watch Green Mile to open my mind And take me to other places with Michael Duncan and Tom, gotta feel me Too much of something's never good, keep it only for nights [?] dream, state of mind's all green