Lyrical Breakdown of Bastard Child - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bastard Child" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Master P weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bastard Child" 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 Master P 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 Master P's narrative.

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(Chorus) You abandoned P Now he don't have no where to go No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope Verse 1 Giggety glock and I'm out there slanging cocaine I guess its hard growing up without your family man Mommy left him cause they always used to fuss and fight I used to cry at night, hope that dad would act right Tripping off my mommy, daddy started drinking gin Dropped me off at my grandma house I ain't seen him since Sometimes I don't need my grandma she don't mean no harm Cause she got 12 kids to feed on her own Now I'm stuck up in the ghetto with the hoodrats Trying to get paid off the cluckers and the county check 10 years old and I'm out there slanging cocaine No love from my family, just love from the game No one to turn to so I'm out there slanging crack Keeps the giggety giggety nine up in my booksack And if I die today or tomorrow I guess I'm out of luck A bastard child all alone so I'm stuck (Chorus) Verse 2 A unwanted child a victim of the ghetto Labeled as a lowlife, a go getter An outcast looked down by the system g A menace to society a brother without a family And everytime I see a room without a damn ceiling It remind me I was born in a abandoned building Cause in the ghetto you gotta learn the dirty dance In other words you gotta learn to throw them thangs A snotty nose kid without no food to eat My role models were the dealers? Dripping wet you see my pamper leaking But mama tripping cause she too busy out there tweeking Our baby sitter was a tore up dope fiend I almost died, drunk a whole bottle of chlorine And when I think about my pass I don't crack a smile Cause it hurt knowing I was a bastard child (Chorus)