Lyrical Breakdown of Penitentiary - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(I love you, Dzy) I don't love you, bitch Ever since I was in elementary We already knew I'd be in penitentiary, yeah A thug life, you know, the one I'm livin' We already knew that I'd be goin' to prison, yeah Ain't seen my nigga Fee in a lil' minute Thinkin' how we used to be off in the trenches, yeah Reminiscin' on them days when I was stealin' Swapped out the cash for gold, money for millions, uh I bossed up, this shit a wonderful feeling They should've never let me in this business, yeah I growed up, this shit a wonderful feeling Was playin' with BB guns, now we killin', yeah If I had that money back then, it've been way different Could've bought my grandmama a new kidney, huh If I had that money back then, it've been way different I probably never would've had to be a menace, yeah I got this money, but I already adjusted This shit just upgraded my whole thuggin' Lost some of my day-one niggas just because it But I ain't trippin', 'cause they know how I'm comin', mm We already knew my future since a youngin We already knew that I'd be chopper bustin', yeah I got this money, but I already adjusted This shit just upgraded my whole thuggin', yeah We already knew my future since a youngin We already knew that I'd be servin' junkies, uh I was just a shawty, I was road runnin' A basehead hit me for a whole onion Is there a heaven for a gangster? Gave me life twice, fuck it Murder Man, Kodak, you heard me? Is there a heaven for a gangster? Check it out (oh) If I die alone in prison, tell my children that I was a living legend (yeah) Reppin' 187, dead bodies, yup, I smell 'em (I smell 'em) Might never see heaven, but fuck it, my brother dead Rest in peace to Big Kevin, you a legend Real niggas, I feel 'em (I feel 'em), but sometimes, they rat (yeah) They have a weak moment, gotta get the gat and then I kill 'em (dead) And the drugs, I deal 'em (deal 'em), I come up in the Calliope Now where my dog at? Free my nigga Marlo (you a dog) I run the streets, cardio, my life is hard, though (hard, though) So they gave me life, they always charged To cut bars, nigga, fuck sarge (fuck the world) I'm in the cell blowin' with goonies (good goonies) Me and Joey Crack, it's loony (yeah) I'm on the west, y'all, my nigga Poonie (West 7th) Snort a powder bag, I'm zonin' and I'm like fuck the world Fuck my girl, and then I look at her picture and I wanna fuck my girl (fuck her) You see, my mind playin' tricks behind this fence So I commence to vent and act like I ain't got motherfuckin' sense I'm in the pen' One thing I'ma tell you, bruh, you heard me? You gotta keep it real with your, with your people when they locked up, dog, don't forget about 'em Don't handle 'em bad, you heard me? Bro, you gotta, you know what I mean? You know, a real nigga, you gotta- Real nigga gotta get love, you heard me? From the hood, from the streets, from his fam, everything, bruh, you know? Joce your dog Don't forget that, joce your dog, 'cause when you go, your dog gon' joce you That's what it, keepin' it true mean, you heard me? Yeah, and I stamp these rules and I stand by these rules 'til I die, you understand me? Real talk Better ask somebody 'bout me That's how I'm comin', you understand?