Lyrical Breakdown of Acknowledge Your Own History - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jungle Brothers weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Acknowledge Your Own History" 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 Jungle Brothers 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 Jungle Brothers's narrative.

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You don't know who you are Look back into your past, brother Look back into your past, sister Look back into your past, sister Look back into your past, brother [Afrika] My forefather was a king He wore fat gold chains and fat ruby rings Nobody believes this to be true Maybe it's because my eyes ain't blue You ain't gonna find it in your history book Come here, young blood, and take a look Dig down deep inside this hard cover Don't you know you was bought, brother All you read about is slavery Never about the black man's bravery You look at the pictures and all they show is Afrikan people with bones in their noses That ain't true, that's a lie You didn't get that from my lemon pie [Mike G] Yeah, I cut class, I got a D Cause History meant nothing to me Except a definite nap That's why I always sat in the back I'd talk to girls or write a rhyme Cause I didn't know (all times are black man's times) When I was young my mama told me stories Of black peoples' fight to bring us glory I used to think these were stories to put me to sleep But now I know mama's talk wasn't cheap I know Afrika's for Afrikans And history's the blood of every woman and man "Now I begin another search, the incredibly involved The incredibly difficult and incredibly frustrating search Trying to pull together the history of a people" [Afrika] Page one, page two, page three And still no signs of me Yeah, so I looked into the table of contents They wrote a little thing about us in the projects Only history we make is if we kill somebody Rape somebody, but other than that we're nobody Speaking like a Brother living in the Jungle I know I was here first but I remain humble [Mike G] Now it's time to rekindle the fire A tribe of young brothers with the eye of the tiger [Afrika] Acknowledge your own, we have a home Put on this earth to live and roam [Mike G] Christopher chose to explore DISCOVERED AMERICA! Yeah, sure [Afrika] He thought the planet was square Travelled many places, we already had been there We left tracks, backtrack back First civilisation, you know where that was found at Looking for the true black days of glory That's history, that's his story [Vinia Mojica 4x] The red's for the blood and the black's for the man The green is the colour that stands for the land