Lyrical Breakdown of Changes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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AyeTM Wakin' up to gunshots every night, I wasn't scared Rules around the trenches, ain't no trappin' if you scared They gotta see you killin', it won't matter if you say it It doesn't make a difference if you alive or you dead If they catch you, eyes on you, it don't matter if you cared A couple killers been retired, man, they gon' do it if I see it Won't ask them niggas for no money 'cause I'ma do it when I land I was scared to show my past, I ain't wanna lose a fan I was standin' on my block 'cause I ain't wanna miss the chance To catch the next nigga try to slide, then he dеad Money on his head, bettеr not miss this last chance When I call, you better come, you better slide with the bread Shootout with a nigga, blick him, take a bleed shower Ain't no phones when we slide, police tryna ping towers "Can you tell?" fuck y'all bitches, I want my lawyer 'Cause y'all got what y'all got and it's gonna take hours I don't know shit, I ain't no coward Juvenile, I bought myself out with my allowance I plead insanity to the court, I need counselin' I'm the voice of the streets and they vouchin' (yeah) Don't believe no rumors, ain't around, them just stories I call your phone a million times, I'm just worried My brother told me a million times that ain't for me Don't call my phone about no money, I'm recordin' They talkin' down on my name, they don't know me You know the world change when Oprah dissin' Kobe A lot of niggas left my side when I was hungry They probably love me, but they wanna see me boney You know the world change 'cause real niggas sayin' I'm actin' phony I'm the same nigga, you try to take somethin', I act a donkey And you actin' real, I told your ass you actin' only You the type to carry a hundred cash and still ask for money (you a stupid nigga) You the type of nigga, ain't no rumors, you'll make one You the type of nigga to drop a name, make a case come You the type of nigga to spend your last on a lace front You the type of nigga to say you slidin', no, you ain't huntin', yeah