Lyrical Breakdown of Manifest - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Manifest" 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 "Manifest" 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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You see I loved hard once, but the love wasn't returned
I found out the man I'd die for, he wasn't even concerned
And time it turned
He tried to burn me like a perm
Though my eyes saw the deception, my heart wouldn't let me learn
From some dumb woman, was I
And every time he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die
My heart must have died a thousand deaths
Compared myself to Toni Braxton thought I'd never catch my breath
Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest
I tried to call the cops, that type of thief they can't arrest
Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest
Diamonds deserve diamonds, but he convinced me I was worth less
When my peoples would protest
I told them mind their business, 'cause my... was complex
More than just the sex
I was blessed, but couldn't feel it like when I was caressed
I'd spend nights clutching my breast overwhelmed by God's test
I was God's best contemplating death with a Gillette
But no man is ever worth the paradise, uuh
No man has ever worth the paradise (yes, ma'am; yes ma'am)
And no man has ever worked in paradise, manifest
Where were you when I needed you
Where were you when I needed you
Where were you when I needed you
When I needed you
Do, do do, do do do, do do, do do, do do, do do, do-do