Lyrical Breakdown of Modern Marvel - Album Version (Edited) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Modern Marvel - Album Version (Edited)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Mos Def weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Modern Marvel - Album Version (Edited)" 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 Mos Def employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I come home high and she start to cry I can't take it A brand new excuse does me no use That won't make it She at home with the kids, this is no way to live What can I say? I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still Do things my way And it's so strong, soo strong It's like I'm dying Trying to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there Flying, the price that I pay for the game that I play Ain't no game at all I'm up in the clouds and I'm spiraling down Nothing breaks the fall And it's so strong, so strong It's like I'm dying Try to hold on, my body says oh no oh out there Flying Sounds of the sufferers pray I come home high and she start to cry I can't take it A brand new excuse does me no use That won't make it She at home with the kids, this is no way to live What can I say? I know it's surreal but I'm a hard headed still Black Dante and it's so strong So strong So strong So strong I'm out there flying Flying Flying Flying This game is fantastic, desire Killers, this life, this life Lovers, this life, this life Hustlers, this life, this life Thieves, this life, this life Gamblers, this life, this life Niggaz, Crackers, Children, Mothers, Fathers, Lovers, Neighbors, Hungry Full the beautiful the stars the distance the close the stars The heavens, this life The floor, this life, this life The high, this life The beneath, this life, this life All, all, everywhere, everywhere, anywhere, somewhere, home Come on, this how it goes on Ghetto people in the world today, get up Ha! Look alive, breathe, wooh Ha! How it goes Mother, mother Head in her hands Her first born son dead in her hands The whole thing was a setup, a scam They knew it was set up and planned Niggaz he worked with wet him and ran, and thas Brother, Brother But son, I don't see no brother hood All I see is thugger hood Get rich and fuck the hood All they want is some good smoke from the hood Lookin for the shorty good stroke from the hood That's how they touch the hood But when I touch the hood, I'll make it brighter, black Because I'm brighter, black And I'm so black I'm bright, shine through the blackest night Shine when I'm live, shine via satellite Shout in the hood, we get the picture 'Cause everytime you out in the hood, you got photographers witcha What's going on? Ha Understand this is real life This how it goes on, this how it goes on It keep going on, this how it goes on Ghetto people look alive, get free Get involved, remain to breathe, Ha! Wooh If Marvin was alive now, wow What would I say to him? Where could I start? How could I explain to him? I know the minor world would probably look strange to him Would he feel like today had a place for him? Global imprisonment, sickness, indifference When he said, "Save the babies," was we listenin? When he said, "Mercy, mercy," did he really know That decades later we'd still be killin folks? Or did he hope that we would realize That we the first, the son of earth The moon and stars, the great beyond We black and proud, we brave and strong We raise it up, we quiet storm, forever fresh And keepin on? Ha! Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real This how it goes on, and you say you say This how it goes on, and you say you say This how it goes on Ghetto people look alive and free and breathe! Ha Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Drop the beat Hold the beat! Stop the beat! Got the beat There ain't nothin to be afraid of Ghetto people look alive and free, ya get real This how it goes on This how it goes on, keep goin on This how it goes on Now breathe Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous, Marvin Modern Marvel