Lyrical Breakdown of Be A Man - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(RZA) Yeah it's Bobby Digital Just floatin over +The City+ I came across this, this, this black man He was talkin about (look down below) Sure of yourself risin, prices of food skyrisin Foreign countries movin in USA, enterprisin Snatchin your mic then speakin, while you might be leakin Then losin the luxury, average man be seekin Thought he was so smart; hoe's cheatin, life fall apart Fuckin a hundred bitches couldn't mend a broken heart Start as a soda jerk job, as a mail clerk Fucked this white bitch in the office, got fired from work Nine-to-five, government high taxes, police dispatches Beauracatic attackin black Asiatics, resident with bad plumbin Cocaine got my brain numb an' bitch complained 'bout cummin' Pussy stay hummin; $200 parkin, summer's out of state warrants High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence Got me gainin weight, fuckin up my right kidney Cousin raped at school Allah wit me Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by folk membership With unpaid doctor bills Framed got shot and killed, cops poppin pills Three pair cotton, steel closet, cabinet of +No Frills+ Mo' bills, sister got evicted from Park Hill Punch a hole inside the NARC wheels My dogs bark, still carry dark steel And unmarked bills, I'm from the uncut, dope, found on director's reels Bobby Digital may switch back to Bobby Steels Rusty .38's, bought rust inside the herb gate So +Hungry+, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weight Rash break out, where's the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments Un-proudly in the church paid for annointment Bet the checks don't come late About to separate with her man In +The City+, +Domestic Violence+ excavates Get a highest ratio in five years The idea is to plant fear Boy you slap yo' bitch, po-lice is there to cuff you or snuff you They might bust you Cause your hoe snatched your money up, didn't want to fuck you We must learn to communicate, and unificate Stop the black on black, hate on hate White on white, black on white Put the love in love I'm blunted up, blasted inside the strip club Shorty wop, fifteen year old, all she needed was love And mo' dough so she won't have to show her knotty afro Collect call from my son to now, he might blow trial Foul cut, and cop out to a 3 to 6 Bad situations, bein a man is hard shit Somethin'll get trapped out, I mean, yo Got crack fiends in spots with vaccine shots Black teens drop out of high school, white teens sellin stock With bonds they can't put their word on 20 years, shorty wop, pussy 'bout to swerve on Up in the crib, new fridge, dead pig Two kids, pawned this older cat who looked like Calvin Coolridge But got splat in his back last year Robbin' his jewel inside the diamond district No one got convicted, heard they never found the biscuit I'm booby trapped by the capitalists Tryin to subsist, sometimes happiness is hot grits and catfish Or a bowl of Cookie Crisp, I got harassed by this rookie bitch Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrants To tie my kicks, $50 ticket, 'bout to strike and picket And shout at the City Hall, motherfuck the wicked Too greedy, give to the needy, down on my luck 'Bout to jab a ouija board, that's when Bobby Digi seen me Said, "Yo son, don't stress out over no one, learn the slogan: Knowledge is half the battle, that's one to grow on And don't be counterfeit It's a bad situation which bein a man, but we got to handle it" Bad situation when you ain't bein a man