Lyrical Breakdown of Devil's Work - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Father, forgive me I'm staring at this Bible as I keep glancing Dear Lord, I got questions and I need answers Tryna understand your vision, all I see is damage Just a bunch of dead bodies in the street camping A bunch of lost souls on their feet standing We supposed to be your children, I thought we family You're supposed to be my Father, bruh, I need answers We don't need to die young, we just need chances Tired of living on the edge so we keep scrambling Tryna talk to these strippers but they keep dancing We just wanna be number one like Steve Francis Bow our heads, say a prayer, now the seed's planted Everywhere I turn, I'm seeing emcees vanish Lot of good niggas gone, I don't understand it Lot of families lost and they seem stranded I ain't tryna disrespect you, I just need answers I know you're watching us from heaven thinking, who to save? Cherry pickin' who should go next and who should stay I'd be on my way to heaven if I knew the way And bring back every good nigga you choose to take They say you never wrong, but you done made a few mistakes 'Cause you taking the wrong niggas, maybe you should trade Trade us back all the real ones, remove the fakes I think you should trade Give us 2Pac back, and take that nigga Suge (Ooh!) Let the legend resurrect and he gon' live for good (Ooh!) I been screaming, Thug life In every different hood (Thug life, thug life) If only you could bring him back, Lord I wish you would Give us Biggie, give us Pun, give us triple X Take that nigga Trump with you, that's a bigger threat There's too much power for a coward with no intellect That's a bigot with a collar, there's a disconnect Niggas dying, mama crying, grandma need a tissue Niggas shootin' up a church, now I need a pistol All them niggas still livin', you don't see the issue But how you take Selena and then you take Aaliyah with you? I ain't tryna disrespect, just need to meet up with you (Lord) I ain't tryna overstep, just want to reason with you (Lord) Give us back our loved ones and take the evil with you (Lord) Send them suckers straight to hell, they don't need a vigil (Woo!) I need you to give us back Martin Luther, take Martin Shkreli (Take!) Give us back Malcolm, take R. Kelly R.I.P. Lil Snupe, give that boy his life back Take Eric Holder, give us Eric Wright back I'm sending you this message, Lord, I hope you hit me right back They say I'm on the wrong train, I know I'm on the right track (Yeah) 'Cause Trayvon gone, and all he did was tryna fight back Zimmerman walk around free, we don't like that (We don't like that) Why you take our mothers from us? Our fathers and our sisters and our cousins from us? Got these children getting murdered while they double dutchin' Wonder why the fuck you take Nipsey Hussle from us? Damn, you took a true king, a true brother from us This a fuckin' marathon, but they runnin' from us Now everybody got guns, nigga's up to something And every gangsta wanna prove that they tough or something You know it's not fair, tell the truth, I've been in my feelings too But if you took Emmett Till, at least take Dylann Roof At least take James Holmes, I ain't even mad at that Just bring back Whitney, and give us Michael Jackson back Feds want me in the slammer, damn Ain't no justice for Sandra Bland, we up like the ceiling fan Lord, if you listenin', I'm just lookin' for a hand to hand Take out the fuck niggas and give us back our fam again Drownin' in my tears, tryna pray for something (Woo!) Wonder why you give us life for you to take it from us (Woo!) Wonder why you give us family then erase them from us (Woo!) Maybe hopefully you can have a conversation with us (Yeah) Maybe I'm just probably tripping 'cause I need a hug (I need a hug) The hood can't find jobs, now we need a plug (We need a plug) Everybody and their mama tryna be a thug I don't go to church 'cause I'm afraid of being judged I've been starin' at the ceiling as I lie in bed Watchin' niggas follow trends like Simon Says (Yeah) I pray you give us back the real ones and try again Or maybe take them niggas that deserve to die instead Tomi Lahren run her mouth and then she get defensive Laura Ingraham laughin' at death and disrespectin' I really feel like you should teach them stupid hoes a lesson Either that or give us back somebody who deserve the blessings I left out a bunch of names that I forgot to mention Cost too much to pay attention, then it got expensive Father forgive me, for I know not what I do And now I'm reachin' out to you Hopin' you hear me and return the message I know that you got our back and that you're not against us Or maybe you just love us so you doin' shit to test us I just kinda thought that you would do more to protect us They say that the good die young and I ain't on the guest list I've been drinkin', Lord forgive me, it's my blood racin' I don't know what I'm thinking, I'm just frustrated I don't mean to question you, I'm just confused I don't know what else to do, I've been patient and it sucks waiting Took my mans from me, that forever hurts But puttin' the blame on you, that'd never work I know this ain't your fault, it's the devil's work Devil's work