Lyrical Breakdown of Promised Land - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Promised Land" 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 "Promised Land" 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.
- 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 Mos Def's narrative.
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I left my home in Norfolk Virginia
California on my mind
I straddled that Greyhound, rode him into Raleigh
And on across to Caroline
Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
We never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia State
We had motor trouble
It turned into a struggle half way 'cross Alabama
And that 'Hound broke down and left us all stranded
In downtown Birmingham
Right away I bought me a through train ticket
Ridin' cross Mississippi Clean
And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham
Smoking into New Orleans
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana
Just help me get to Houston town
And there're people there who care a little 'bout me
And they won't let the poor boy down
Sure as you're born they bought me a silk suit
Put luggage in my hands
And I woke up high over Albuquerque
On a jet to the promised land
Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte
Flying over to the Golden State
Oh, when the pilot told me in thirteen minutes
He would set us at the terminal gate
Swing low sweet chariot come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines and cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles, give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater, four, ten-o-nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line