Lyrical Breakdown of Strange Fruition (feat. Casey Benjamin) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Strange Fruition (feat. Casey Benjamin)" 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 "Strange Fruition (feat. Casey Benjamin)" 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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Now I can't pledge allegiance to your flag Cause I can't find no reconciliation with your past When there was nothing equal for my people in your math You forced us in the ghetto and then you took our dads The belly of the beast, these streets are demons' abs I'm telling you that setup in them sit-ups is so sad The system is a slab, corruption is the swinger Sitting high riding dirty, drag racing into danger And it's so clean, pine trees smelling good With work off in the trunk and niggas in the hood So I can't shed blood on any battlefield of yours I pray the ugly truth comes and shatters your decor And as it all falls down in tatters on the floor I shed tears, I don't know what really matters anymore Cause I don't know what really matters anymore Man it ain't mean, the strangest thing you've ever seen Oh, would you look at how they swing, would you look at how they swing? They ain't dead though, no, I didn't die y'all I cut myself down, and I admire my fall, into grace Now as I wander through the city going mad I see the fruits of planting evidence instead of grass A swindled generation with no patience, full of swag Man, they so impatient with the stations that they have As long as they look good when they be doing bad Then the separation from the truth is getting vast, fast Be a slave at first or free at last Double-edged choices make a nigga wanna pass Double-headed voices from the eagle on the staff The pyramid where eyes will split the spirited in half Divided over money, delighted by the dummying Down of the importance of crowns we'll never have That's why my sounds and sermons are so full of wrath Baptize your mind, let your brain take a bath Swim inside the river get delivered from the craft Of the witches in this business that be living off your sad Hating on your happiness you hit 'em off with laughs Smile 'til they surrender, then you kill 'em off with glad Hello evil, I'm back Man it ain't mean, the strangest thing you've ever seen Oh, would you look at how they swing, would you look at how they swing? They ain't dead though, no, I didn't die y'all I cut myself down, and I admire my fall, into grace