Lyrical Breakdown of Ayesha Says (Intro) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Lupe Fiasco weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ayesha Says (Intro)" 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 Lupe Fiasco 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 Lupe Fiasco's narrative.

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Hijabs, hoodies, afros, locks

Teddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocks

Tanks, prayer rugs, church pews, Mexican corn stands

Blood, sweat, and tears, police batons

Gas masks and bullets create graffiti on corners

Murals that salute freedom or death for liberty

Be it Englewood or Egypt, Bedstuy or Baghdad

Syria or Liberia, the west bank or the west side of Chicago

Where food and liquor stores still occupy the block

While police and community watchmen justify why they shot

Emmit Till and Malice Green, Rekia Boyd and Trayvon Martin

Better not wear that hoodie while shopping for a carton

Or whatever they sellin' in your food desert

Cause your soul is dessert and will be dissected and consumed

On the Fox evening news while we sing the blues

The New Jim Crow caged bird sings

Cause he's tired of occupying his misery and of our marching

He wanna fly to a higher consciousness

But his school on academic probation

They gave him medicine, diagnosed him with a felony and mental retardation

So he refuses to cease the firin', nobody's hirin'

In Illinois, 67 is the new age when you retirin'

Class lines have blurred, those who used to have, have not

Pensions bein' snatched

Those who never have keep their hands stretched

Social services being cut

Sterilization clinics giving out pills to numb the womb

Young girls referring to their vaginas as tombs

Thinkin' protests are temporary and trendy

Well rock a t-shirt and carry a poster

And two weeks later it's back to normal

But they say times are changin'

The revolution is becoming second nature, causes are combining

People carrying torches, hope burning from their hands

Attaching explosive devices 'cause they keep stealing their lands