Lyrical Breakdown of 40 Acres - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "40 Acres" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Pusha T feat. The-Dream weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "40 Acres" 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 Pusha T feat. The-Dream 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 Pusha T feat. The-Dream's narrative.

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Trouble world, trouble child Trouble times destroyed my smile No change of heart, no change of mind You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine I'd rather die, than go home I'd rather die, than go home And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres Unpolished, unapologetic This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit You thought Tony in that cell would've made us timid We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin' through the digits Anything Spanish, got me speaking Spanglish Money universal, that's the only language The dream ain't die, only some real niggas We was born to mothers who couldn't deal with us Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us I had both mine home, let's keep it real niggas My better half chose the better path, applaud him Younger brother me a spoiled child, I fought him I heard that the Devil's new playground is boredom The California top just falls back like autumn And they say I'm on the verge of winning I claim victory when Malice on the verge of sinning Old habits die hard That rainy day bag buried in the backyard It's heaven for a hustler, no graveyards Cause stand up niggas don't lie on no floors Much rather burn us, ashes to ashes Mix us with the powder, sell us to the masses We gon' keep it tight, rip it off the plastic Now you celebrate motherfuckers raise your glasses Push... Trouble world, trouble child Trouble times destroyed my smile No change of heart, no change of mind You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine I'd rather die, than go home I'd rather die, than go home And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres Unpolished, unapologetic Might have broke a heart or two but gave an honest effort My nonchalant attitude is always eff it 35 years of marriage and my momma left it You shouldn't question if you ever stood a chance with him The better question is did you enjoy the dance with him (Yughh!) I'll probably never pull you chair out, bitch You know this money grew your hair out, switch All that shit I bought you wear out Rich, and I'm the only one I care about Place none above me, God don't like ugly Hate me or love me, only he can judge me Unpolished, unapologetic Big willie with the blow, niggas, I am legend School of hard knock, I attended Selling hard rock, fuck who I offended I was a goner, punished by karma Called him tar baby now he's transcending genres The 911 came with the ass shots A toothless crackhead was the mascot The owner of the key to that padlock I'm Jordan vs Cavs for the last shot I need all mine, reparations We growin' poppy seeds on my 40 acres Push! Trouble world, trouble child Trouble times destroyed my smile No change of heart, no change of mind You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine I'd rather die, than go home I'd rather die, than go home And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres