Lyrical Breakdown of The Voice - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Voice" 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 "The Voice" 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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(Turn me up, Josh) I was goin' through that pain alone I was goin' through that phase alone We all change, you say I changed alone Sleepless nights, barely changin' clothes You know damn right you was wrong I was tired, they didn't realize Certain vibes, it don't feel right Plenty nights got me traumatized Why they lie? I do love my guys You lookin' crazy, know the trenches raised me I'm Durkio, but I'm Chicago's Jay-Z And I was scared how that money made me I caught a vibe today, was looking crazy Money ran low, right? Felons can't vote, right? I can't even vote for who I believe in, shit ain't goin' right I just dropped a tear inside the funeral, I ain't mourn right And I nut in all the hoes I fuck, I blame the porn site Please don't turn away from me I got enough on my plate, tryna turn away, tryna turn away Became the voice of the streets and my people ain't believe in me I'm supportive of the streets and the people who ain't believe in me Quarantine, what? I'm just tryna make a buck Talkin' to my dawg, he be actin' like he stuck Favorite gun a Glock, it slipped up, what a month Throw it in they face every time I hold it up Granny ain't feelin' too well Shootout with the police, I ain't goin' to jail How he actin' off a case, you'll know if he tell I know a nigga from the hood, he'll serve with no scale Watchin' Bands make a play, I seen 'em score in the mail Gave 'em thirty-nine years, I heard him cry in the cell Even though I'm gettin' big, I brought a MAC through my Zelle Took a picture on my block, they think I'm back in the field Please don't turn away from me I got enough on my plate, tryna turn away, tryna turn away Became the voice of the streets and my people ain't believe in me I'm supportive of the streets and the people who ain't believe in me