Lyrical Breakdown of Keep Me Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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This song is about a nigga always trying to keep you down You know you got to touch that We made something from nothing and vowed to never tear it apart We turned the street hustle into an art That would quickly change life forever for us No more riding bikes or catching the bus We on the roll up, money to fold up With cognac and cooked yola Got the neighborhood about to blow up, but hold up I see this van sittin?, this old cat in a fitted Trying to get your little homey tore up Yo bruh, we ain? t working on this corner take your ass on, dog ? Fore you make me feed your ass to my hogs you fucking fagot I know you want to catch me with this bag so you can hide me Or with my 44 so you can 45 me You put this shit off in our neighborhoods and sweat us And when you finally catch us up you give us letters A cold thing just when a nigga reach his gold man You hand him a case for easing out the dope game and I? m Watching us unfold with the times He don? t really want a nigga to climb You? d rather separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers would rather keep me down So what I rap about these streets That don? t make me be no less of a man Than a person that do work with his hands It? s bad enough I got to deal with all these pressures that stand You tryin? to make me stray away from my plan Know what I? m sayin? I? m from the gutter, where all we had was one another No wheat bread to butter, from one bed to the other All uncles and no brother my mother? s at work My grandfather was my dad and when he died it hurt And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell I been praying for heaven, I been living in hell And these niggas in my age group is dead or either locked up The bitches no better, they smoked out or knocked up But I still love my hood, that? s where it started Ain? t no hard feelings, we partners nigga, regardless That? s why you always see me coming around ? Cause I could never turn my back on my town but still I? m Watching us unfold with the times He don? t really want a nigga to climb You? d rather separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers would rather keep me down Watching us unfold with the times He don? t really want a nigga to climb You? d rather separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers would rather keep me down Money never changed me Money changed the people around Now they plot to try to keep me down But still I rise like yeast Your whole conversation? bout B Fuck a nigga talking bout me, I? m a G The realest motherfucker ever done it You can? t continue to pimp me and y? all eat from it So fuck every soul who ever felt like I owed Them a god damn dime, or a god damn rhyme Or a god damn chance, motherfucker you sad You a grown ass man, holding a nigga hand Now get out on your own, stop depending on your homes To chuck you a bone, and stop throwing stones And that goes for everybody thinking it? s them Fuck you, you and you her Him and him, Tom, Dick and Kim All of y? all stand accused saying fuck to me And I done bought your children? s shoes I? m Watching us unfold with the times He don? t really want a nigga to climb You? d rather separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers would rather keep me down Watching us unfold with the times He don? t really want a nigga to climb You? d rather separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers would rather keep me down