Lyrical Breakdown of Heaven Or Hell - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Salt-N-Pepa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Heaven Or Hell" 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 Salt-N-Pepa 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 Salt-N-Pepa's narrative.

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Bye bye boy, yeah Children play, women produce Kids killing kids, just for the juice Now Africa, is lookin' for the truth But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the youth In this edition of the story, no need to bore me, it ain't do nothin' for me Even Denzel Washington couldn't find any glory In the overcrowded streets of the city I know it's shitty, but I can do without the pity Baby, never lived in the ghetto or the projects But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Techs and I wrecks havoc And if you try to play me I won't have it Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit Well, he's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud Next him goin' off, scream in the crowd A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass Girls, today don't wear no bras Little John Doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars Grandma carries a can of mace And she'll stick a .45 in your face So come and meet my man Brett (Yo, what up, Brett?) He's smokin', but it's not a cigarette (Speak on it, Pep) I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself Get into somethin' he can't out of? A lot of my friends are sick and tired (Sick of who?) The police (Word) Rollin' on 'em, pickin' on, holdin' on 'em Hopin' that they got one of 'em It was a drug bust but something's weird Well, what's the matter, Spinderella? The way half a million disappeared Children play, women produce Kids killing kids, just for the juice Now Africa is lookin' for the truth But do you think the other man will enlighten the youth Heaven and hell is on earth Heaven and hell is on earth Who gives the damn about me? Me, what? Me, yeah, little old me Me, myself, and I, live or die, laugh or cry I'm all that I got, Pops and that's a lot, Hops I'd rather rot in jail before I ho-hop Go 'head me, tell 'em, they may be hard of hearing So keep yellin' at the top of your lungs Now, everybody's got guns they wanna be hard rocks And not be a fool that buys a history book Not me, I'll need a clock, not rock to my hits And that two-fifth click to my tits And playgirl's gonna rip and I'ma have to rip shit Go for yours 'cuz you gotta, in the ghetto You don't get a medal if you settle for the drama She's a gangster and the other terminal cancer Ask too many questions and my Smith and Wesson will answer Heaven and hell is on earth Heaven and hell is on earth Well, everybody be damned, her father's in jail Sister's on the corner screamin', "Booty for sale" Mom spends the night gettin' drunk with her uncle Her brother's sellin' radios and toasters by the trunk full See, every man she ever messed would wind up dead Some might fall in jail, others runnin' from the Feds The only thing she ever loved was a piece of lead And that's a double barreled pump underneath the bed Some people wanna fill the world With silly love songs and loony tunes And some got sad songs, mad songs and moody blues There's good news and bad news, military coups A rebel with no cause in a pack of fools I never lived in the slum, never shot a gun But I'll use one, don't make me use one Children play, women produce Kids killing kids, just for the juice Now Africa, is lookin' for the truth But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the youth (Heaven and hell is on earth) Children play, women produce Kids killing kids, just for the juice Now Africa, is lookin' for the truth But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the youth (Heaven and hell is on earth) Children play, women produce Kids killing kids, just for the juice Now Africa, is lookin' for the truth But who do you think will enlighten the youth (Heaven and hell is on earth) Children play, women produce Kids killing kids, just for the juice Now Africa is lookin' for the truth But who do you think will enlighten the youth (Heaven and hell is on earth) Children play, women produce Kids killing kids, just for the juice Now Africa is lookin' for the truth But who do you think will enlighten the youth (Heaven and hell is on earth)