Lyrical Breakdown of More Than My Heart - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "More Than My Heart" 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 "More Than My Heart" 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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Thank you! Uh, check, check When you got popped up and you got locked up And the block shot up and your girl knocked up And your kids be like, "Who gonna watch us?" Your mama, they nana When you ball too hard or your money got spent So you got kicked out, you ain't have no rent But you still had a place where you could go Tell me where you went, yooooour mama Soon as they let me outta jail Went straight to my mama's house Need someone I can talk to And a little more time to work all these dramas out That lawyer money, that bail money Those letters in the mail never fail you, homie Who visit when niggas don't visit? Man she the realest Boy let me tell you somethin' You better love your mama Said I love my mama (I love my mama) More than I love myself (more than I love myself) Yeah, yeah, yeah Said I love my mama (I love my mama) More than I love my health and I love my wealth And I love my niggas and I love my bitches And I love my car More than I love my heart Yeah, now some mamas might be your confidant Some mamas just good for shoes Some mamas might be your drinkin' buddy Some mamas might not be cool Some mamas might wait 'til you get home Some mamas might come up to your school And fuck you up in front of your friends 'Cause you don't make the rules Really thought that you was doin' it today Now you sittin' there lookin' all stupid in your face When you get home just tell her you're sorry And put on this song, start movin' to the bass Boy cut that shit off Goddamn, mama, they made this song for you Said through the powder and the problems Gotta honor my mama So that's what I'm tryna do Said I love my mama (I love my mama) More than I love myself (more than I love myself) Yeah, yeah, yeah Said I love my mama (I love my mama) More than I love my health and I love my wealth And I love my niggas and I love my bitches And I love my car More than I love my heart Now some might think their mama ain't perfect She is All in her face, better get in your place You're one of her goddamn kids Now some might think their mama ain't worth it She is Gotta help her out no matter what it's 'bout No matter whatever she did Now some might think their mama ain't here She lives She lives She lives She lives She lives She lives She lives Said I love my mama (I love my mama) More than I love myself (more than I love myself) Yeah, yeah, yeah Said I love my mama (I love my mama) More than I love my health and I love my wealth And I love my niggas and I love my bitches And I love my car More than I love my heart