Lyrical Breakdown of Pinned To The Cross - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pinned To The Cross" 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 Rick Ross 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 Rick Ross's narrative.

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I say to young black men We're now living in a state of public emergency Middle class and poor people be targeted Every day dealing with so much hostility Negative socialism I refuse to be petrified And there's no mercy for the rivals They want the rich n- to live in total silence exiled Flee the country, more assassinations Let's go When you're forced to be fearless strangers consider you careless Detrimental to my upbringing, I felt so abandoned I was lost in confusion therefore had nothing to lose Now I'm running the racket, n- got cut from the noose I just wanna be free, another black man on the run We was pinned to the cross since our birth under the sun Ain't no hate in my heart, I've adapted to rage Step off the stage, p- n- right back in the cage Now we burning the streets, Christ to the cross Our position is blatant (blatant), rightfully lost Let's empower the people, no need for signin' petitions Thieves and Revelations scriptures keep on blinding these Christians I'm in search of the truth (truth), we each have a flaw (flaw) Soon as Dre hit the roof, she file for divorce Van Jones go get a broom, never making no laws Terry Crews is another c- who was basically bought Some say my eyes are like brown diamonds buried in the snow But I see pain, we have in common, it's not all beautiful So if I cry and these brown diamonds wash along the shore It's 'cause I know the sh- you've been through And you made it beautiful You made it (made it, made it, made it) You made it beautiful You made it (made it, made it) Made it beautiful Racists killing for cotton, n- fighting for honor In the South you're forgotten call my city the bottom Kilos get to deposits, living like it's the lotto This my moment of glory, grandiose is the dollar Always postin' your sneakers, you're the one that they follow I'm a born to be leader, such a collection of knowledge Are we dead or alive? Unforgettable highs Know the Lord lookin' down for the day that we rise Got my pistols all on me, n- might Christopher zone me Black on black issues over, principles peep, you're opponent Who got the most money? Well that's yet to be seen 'Cause I'm still counting mine, such an incredible thing In seek of true wealth, great example for n- You decided yourself, I considered it business We still in the trenches where they made us relentless Where the reward is little, but the hate is tremendous Some say my eyes are like brown diamonds buried in the snow But I see pain, we have in common, it's not all beautiful So if I cry and these brown diamonds wash along the shore It's 'cause I know the sh- you've been through And you made it beautiful You made it (made it, made it, made it) You made it beautiful You made it (made it, made it) Made it beautiful Now I'm in the McLaren, still racin' them commas I'm watchin' for Karen, G watchin' bird watches Still I wish you the best, Ray Charles in the flesh Pavarotti to some, Quincy Jones to the rest Muddy Waters the marble, set my city aflame Turn my back on the mere fact that they would rattle my cage I don't wanna argue but I wanted to race Got me pinned to the cross, as the sinners would wave Such a body of work, my debut was a classic Hov' gave me a verse, so that kept it attractive My whole crew was submerged, DEA wanted the address Make her play with her p-, with a few mill' in her mattress My life needed a balance, didn't come for the status But my mother responsible, she raised me so lavish Look, son, you're a king, were the words she recited And it kept me excited 'til the day I'm indicted