Lyrical Breakdown of Righteous Minds - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Righteous Minds" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Righteous Minds" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ 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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Make sure my shit sound tight
I never knew the world could be this mad
Only vision I had of sex was Color Me Badd
I never knew the world could be this cold
Only time a nigga died he was playing a role
But now the niggas get their souls stole so often
The only thing they offer dreamers is a wake and coffin
From NY to Compton down to Austin
She said that orphans morph into abortions without precaution
Problem with our people, there's too many wannabe Jordan
Too many forces thinking they could make a fortune scorin'
Too many wanna be actors instead of achiveing their masters
At least the bachelor but no, too many wannabe rappers
That's just statistics don't mistake me for hypocrites
Like niggas in the White House supplying white towels
Or Jim Crow Laws you probably missed it
Hard to be persistent when you tryin' to fight for your existence
It ain't easy living life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous
But know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices
High tech devices
So keep your TEC-9
Or meet your crisis
It ain't easy living life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous
But know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices
High tech devices
So keep your TEC-9
Or meet your crisis
Person mad nervous, you surrender to sterling
Look them in the eye, if looks made you die, you know you merk 'em
Right there, plus his hide is like, right here
So you know that if you would fight fair then you'd have him like quite scared
But don't forget the TEC held high by your right ear
So listen loud and clear: you don't wanna lose your life, dear
And don't you show a slight tear or let 'em sight fear
Just let 'em disappear in the night air, yeah, with yo' Nike Airs
Robbed by the crackheads left alone in the apartments
Mothers be jobless, so they make dollars shaking it topless, and
Daddy been gone said he, took off like ostrich
Since he gain knowledge, I'm keeping it with the synopsis, and
Shit like that make you wish you were adopted
To escape the pain, you join a gang and get intoxicated
Have no shame, nothing wrong with some Mary Jane
The only thing is you do it again (And again, and again, and again)
It ain't easy living life like this (And again, and again, and again)
When you tryin' to be righteous
But know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices
High tech devices
So keep your TEC-9
Or meet your crisis
It ain't easy living life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous
But know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices
High tech devices
So keep your TEC-9
Or meet your crisis
It's a war out here, mad niggas is dyin'
You don't want that shit to be you, right? (Nah)
I know you gon' hold it down though, you know what I mean?
Just be careful, man, cause niggas out here ain't really worth it
You a ill nigga though, I like ya style, son
Imagine me fed up, a go-getter, for mo' cheddar
Po' never, blow Berettas 'cause I, know no better
No Era, no STEEZ, no Kirk, no Lee
No school, no OG, no talent, no me
What if I just ain't act right?
What if I pack crack white with my sack tight, join the gat fight?
The click-clack type, slide in the vipe with the black stripe
And give my friends the back knife cause that's life, nigga
It ain't easy living life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous
But know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices
High tech devices
So keep your TEC-9
Or meet your crisis
It ain't easy living life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous
But know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices
High tech devices
So keep your TEC-9
Or meet your crisis
It ain't easy living life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous
But know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices
High tech devices
So keep your TEC-9
Or meet your crisis
It ain't easy living life like this
When you tryin' to be righteous
But know a nigga might just
Leave you lifeless for prices
High tech devices
So keep your TEC-9
Or meet your crisis