Lyrical Breakdown of Save The Children - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Save The Children" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Save The Children" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ 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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It's all a hidden history, and mysteries
I see vividly, hysteria
Cause misery on the interior
Shit gets more scarier, I'm never in fear
Just a little inferior in some areas
But I share, wisdom with Sumerian's
Somewhere we in the place
Peace means harmony, not war and armory
But fuck that, cock your gun back
This survival of the fittest
Some cats get boxed in where they litter
These niggas don't beez in the trap, they like beez in the track
Get smoked out and I ain't talkin' bout what you toke out
You toked out for really thinkin' that this shit is a silly dream
When actually reality ain't what it really seem
And I ain't actin' on the scene, nigga's scream
The actions ain't screened, just well-schemed
I'm tryna' have wealth for my well-being
By eighteen, pockets healthy green
What the fuck is twelve beams?
I need the cake and cream
The stakes is high like fiends off a dream
Jet streaming having cuisine
With the best season since the vet season
Carry a vest, you know the reason
I'm in Chi-raq and I'm getting blown like the breezes
The chicken strip teasers
Thighs, legs and the breast part is the cleavage
She even lick it down to the bone marrow
She in love but I ain't got a bow and arrow
I'm known to jack the booty like I'm Sparrow
They ain't tryna' see me in the battle
The lines is too narrow
They couldn't even outshine my shadow
They don't want the beef nigga, let alone the cattle
They just living out the saddle, so sad though
Black republican, black democrats
Black educator, black entertainer
Black, black businessman, black people are rumbling
Save the children
Save the children
Save the children...
Okay, they sleeping on the crack, they overdose
Overdose on high fructose, rolling toast till I'm over-throat
And over-slowed, I been speakin' over tones
Low but keep them L's high, legends live long
And we gon' be forever, this for the Era
They tried to tell us we too deep in the flow
The mo' the better, the mo' clever, et cetera, whatever
Why do they sweat us?
Dead us, they just met us, but they won't forget us
They don't know better than the worst case
I be headed for first place
Purchase they position cause' they worship oppositions
But I too had no pot to piss in, and so spot on in this instant
And they still ain't got my decision, I won't stand under no man
Except my high supplier, he got the fire, I got the lighter
I hit the spliff and this what I'm spittin'
Like it's gas liquids that I'm drippin', pimpin'
Black republican, black democrats
Black educator, black entertainer
Black, black businessman, black people are rumbling