Lyrical Breakdown of Mama Raised Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mama Raised Me" 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 "Mama Raised Me" 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: Master P Mama raised me, raise me Im a thug but still mama baby Daddy wasn't home so mama raised me I'ma thug but still mama baby (3X) Verse 1: Master P I live my life as a thug, roll wit' some killas Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas Keep a tech 9 cocked for any nigga that don't like me Throw up your soldier rags if you rowdy I represent a million muthafuckas thats bouded Mama couldn't control my destiny as a street thug Find me in the Range Rover buyin, sellin street drugs Even though, this ghetto got me crazy Everytime I go to jail mama get me out cause I'm her baby CHORUS (2X) Verse 2: Snoop Dogg I'ma gangsta, located in the alleys and Cali Shoot dice wit' killas and smoke wit' the dealers You can't tell me shit 'bout those streets homie I done seen it and done it and lived the real from the phonies Out for this money, homies maintain they composure Since kids on the corners sellin' dope by the polas Now I'ma a soldier muthafucka for the chips When I dips the trip, GP straight for DP live the scripts, its a trip, how my mama raised me Pops wasn't home, left us all alone Wasn't no thang, cause my mama got game She showed me everythang except how to be a man I understand, for all the streets and the jail time I caught The pain I brought, that wasn't what you taught It's probably pops fault how I ended up Gangbangin', crack slangin', not given' a fuck Two strikes in my life, a nigga fed up Mama said don't let up, and baby boy keep your head up CHORUS (2X) Verse 3: Soulja Slim Now picture me a ghetto child, runnin' wild Maybe if you emphasize, niggas supposed to pick us The world wouldn't be like it is now I made moms proud, when you mention me she smile If feels good buyin' moms a car and a house And my pop been locked up for ten years Life was a struggle moms shed so many tears That's why baby ain't got nothin' that I love so much The only one can hurt my feelings, when she fuss Momma I love you cause you brought me here But niggas startin' to hate and it's gettin' dark in here But I remember what you told me, and do what ya' showed me, Ta take it slowly CHORUS (4X)