Lyrical Breakdown of Ghetto In The Sky - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ghetto In The Sky" 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 "Ghetto In The Sky" 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.
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It's like my adversaries plottin on my death But I put my life in God's hands, why'know I'm thugged out for life, I'm a ghetto nigga for life and uhh.. I ain't runnin from no problems I'm just, tryin to be stress free why'know Sometimes you just gotta sit back and uhh.. hit that sess and let it just marinate why'know Get away, ya heard me? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? How many tears is momma gon' cry, how many caskets she gon' buy til we all gon' realize that we all was born to die Niggaz standin on corners, just to scheme and plot Niggaz killin up each other, for grams of rock Subconcious all of my wrongdoing that's why I pack a long gun Niggaz fightin everyday, til death be the outcome I got a foot in the grave and uhh, one in the pen Homies wishin of a better life but it's blowin in the wind And I was cursed since birth cause I was born in the project Raised on powdered milk government cheese, eggs and a county check I hustled in hallways with no lights Hopin I could make it through the days and live through the nights My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? They nailed Jesus to the cross, put my people on dope I don't know a nigga in the project, that own a plane or a boat See society got me fed up (fed up) Brought us over here, to misled us I gotta, troublesome mind, I gotta, troublesome soul I been in and out of jail on probation and parole And when I really die is they gon' steal my gold teeth? Now who's the real animal - dem or me? And if you ready for me Lord, and I'm the, next contender I'm tryin to change my life, see I don't want to die a sinner And do the - police, really protect and serve? Then why it ain't no crack houses, in the suburbs? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? My soldiers roll with me To a place, where we all, can just get away Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there a ghetto in the sky? Is there really a place where uhh ain't no fightin, ain't no killin, ain't no backstabbin Ain't no friends turnin against each other Ain't no racism, ain't no hate Sound like heaven to me, huh It's hard to find