Lyrical Breakdown of Black President - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President Yes, we can change the world "Change the world," they said And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President Yes, we can change the world The world, the world, the world They forgot us on the block, got us in the box Solitary confinement, how violent are these cops? They need an early retirement How many rallies will I watch? I ain't got it in me to march I got a Semi to spark, the game's in a drought Public housin', projects cookin' up in the Pyrex My set, my click either gettin' money Or runnin' from homicide trial, that's if they ain't died yet Tryin' to be rich, still I'm pledgin' allegiance A predicate felon, a ghetto leader Lendin' my poetical genius to whoever may need it I bleed this from Queensbridge Now livin' with my feet up never defeated So a President's needed You know these colored folks and Negros Hate to see one of their own succeedin' America, surprised us and let a black man guide us And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President Yes, we can change the world "Change the world", they said And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President Yes, we can change the world The world, the world, the world What's the black pres' thinkin' on election night? Is it, "How can I protect my life? Protect my wife? Protect my rights?" Every other president was nothin' less than white Except Thomas Jefferson and mixed Indian blood And Calvin coolers, KKK is like, "What the fuck?" Loadin' they guns up, loadin' up mines too, ready to ride 'Cause I'm ridin' with my crew he dies, we die too, yeah But on a positive side I think Obama provides hope and challenges minds Of all races and colors to erase the hate And try and love one another, so many political snakes We in need of a break, I'm thinkin' I can trust this brother But will he keep it way real? Every innocent nigga in jail gets out on appeal When he wins, will he really care still? I feel And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President Yes, we can change the world "Change the world," they said And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President Yes, we can change the world The world, the world, the world Say a prayer for "Do we have to?" You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor In love with a slave master Sincerely yours, USA most brave rapper Jesse carjacker, Uncle Tom kidnapper Ask around, Bentley Coupe off the Richter Bitch called "Life", I pimped her, what? Politics, politricks, Klan-shooter Deacon for defense, progress producer Nothin' on the stove, a survival-booster Gotta do what we gotta do We ain't got no governors comin' through to help Anythin' we need done, we gotta do for self New improved JFK on the way It ain't the 60's again, niggas ain't hippies again We ain't fallin' for the same traps Standin' on the balconies where they shot the King at McCain got apologies, ain't nobody hearin' that People need honesty And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President Yes, we can change the world "Change the world," they said And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President And though it seems Heaven sent We ain't ready to have a Black President Yes, we can change the world The world, the world, the world It is my distinct honor and privilege to introduce to you The next President of the United States, "Barack Obama"