Lyrical Breakdown of GOOD MORNING AMERIKKKA - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "GOOD MORNING AMERIKKKA" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ 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 Joey Bada$$'s narrative.

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Yeah (wake up, wake up) Free your mind (I said wake up) Good morning America Good morning America (I said wake up) Good morning America Good morning America Now, what's freedom to you? Let's talk about it, take a minute, think it through I'm all about it, but the concept seems loose The cops will still shoot us down on Channel 5 news Lock us up for anything we do to pay dues Some of us woke while some stay snooze Zombies walking around trippin' over its shoes The knowledge is official but it's often misused America my masseuse, massaging my back Tryna' act like, she ain't gonna do me like Pratt Geronimo, take a leap and lay flat I'm down to go for my message to spread across the map Holy, cross on my back got a bullseye on it I gotta get stoned to fulfill my moment Oppress my oppressor, suppress the opponent Channel my ancestor, he wouldn't condone it In search of the healing components that you would notice If you took notice, but you too nosey Time to wake up Won't you come and smell the hot coffee Stick your nose in the wrong places, no wonder you OD I swear the whole world on me I'm nothing close to the old me If you never knew me then it's too late to be homies Homie say fuck what you told me I'm riding all by my lonely Waiting for the big homie to take these chains off me I came from A dream That the black man dream is long ago I'm actually a therapist Sent to you by your ancestors