Lyrical Breakdown of Unforgivable Youth (feat. Jason Evigan) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Unforgivable Youth (feat. Jason Evigan)" 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 "Unforgivable Youth (feat. Jason Evigan)" 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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This world, my heart, my soul Things that I don't know The icicles they grow They never let me go Scars are left as proof But tears they soak on through Things I've done My young My unforgivable youth With land on the horizon and passion in their eyes and What they think are islands are much more in their size and Bountiful and plentiful and resource to provide them Supplies slim, morale once so heavily inside them Now steadily declining Return is not an option as necessity denies them With this they choose to dive in Now along the shore and so aware of their arriving Are the children of this land prepared to share in their surviving A pageantry of feathers stands his majesty with treasure Not the material things of kings that could never last forever But secrets of the spirit world and how to live in harmony together Unbeknownst to him his head would be the first that they would sever And stuck up on a pike up along the beach Kept up as a warning to the rest to turn away from their beliefs And so began it here. And for five hundred years Torture, terror, fear 'til they nearly disappear This world, my heart, my soul Things that I don't know The icicles they grow They never let me go Scars are left as proof But tears they soak on through Things I've done My young My unforgivable youth Ways and means from the trade of human beings A slave labor force provides wealth to the machine And helps the new regime establish and expand Using manifest destiny to siphon off the land From native caretakers who can barely understand How can land be owned by another man? Warns, "One can not steal what was given as a gift; Is the sky owned by birds and the rivers owned by fish?" But the lesson went unheeded, for the sake of what's not needed You kill but do not eat it The excessive and elitists don't repair it when they leave it The forests's were cleared, the factories were built And all mistakes will be repeated By your future generations doomed to pay for your mistreatments Foolishness and flaws, greed and needs and disagreement And then you rush to have the most, from the day you left your boats You'll starve but never die in a world of hungry ghosts This world, my heart, my soul Things that I don't know The icicles they grow They never let me go Scars are left as proof But tears they soak on through Things I've done My young My unforgivable youth As archaeologists dig in the deserts of the east A pit a hundred meters wide and a hundred meters deep They discover ancient cars on even older streets And a city well preserved and most likely at its peak A culture so advanced, and by condition of the teeth They can tell that they were civil, not barbaric in the least A society at peace. With liberty and justice for all Neatly carved in what seems to be a wall They would doubt that there was any starvation at all That they pretty much had the poverty problem all solved From the sheer amount of paper, most likely used for trade Everything's so organized. They had to be well behaved Assumed they had clean energy, little to no enemies Very honest leaders with overwhelming sympathies Religions kinda complex. Kinda hard to figure out But this must be the temple This White House This world, my heart, my soul Things that I don't know The icicles they grow They never let me go Scars are left as proof But tears they soak on through Things I've done My young My unforgivable youth