Lyrical Breakdown of Every Ghetto, Every City - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Every Ghetto, Every City" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lauryn Hill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Every Ghetto, Every City" 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 Lauryn Hill 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 Lauryn Hill's narrative.
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We gonna take you from Tokyo to New Jersey
New Jersey to Tokyo
Tokyo to Jersey
It's pretty just the same
I was just a little girl
Skinny legs, a press and curl
My mother always thought I'd be a star
But way before the record deals
Streets that nurtured Lauryn Hill
Made sure that I'd never go too far
Every ghetto, every city
And suburban place I been
Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem
Story starts in Hooverville
Grew up next to Ivy Hill
When kids were stealing quartervilles for fun
"Kill the Guy" in Carter Park
Rode a Mongoose 'til it's dark
Watching kids show off the stolen ones
Every ghetto, every city
And suburban place I been
Make me recall my days in the New Jerusalem
You know it's hot
Don't forget, what you got
Looking back... looking back, looking back, looking back
You know it's hot
Don't forget, what you got
Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back
Bag of Bonbons, 20 cents and a nickel (well that's a quarter)
Springfield Ave had the best popsicles
Saturday morning cartoons and Kung-Fu (wuh-TAH!)
Main street roots tonic with the dreads
A beef patty and some coco bread
Move the patch from my Lee's to the tongue of my shoes
Every ghetto, every city
And suburban place I been
Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem
Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem
Every ghetto and every city that I been
Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem
Make me recall my days in New Jerusalem
You know it's hot
Don't forget, what you got
Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back
One more time you know it's hot
Don't forget, what you got
Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back
Wait a minute, one, two, three, four
You know it's hot
Don't forget, what you got
Looking back, looking back, looking back, looking back