Lyrical Breakdown of Mom Praying - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mom Praying" 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 "Mom Praying" 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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Ooh, I just hear mom prayin', I just hear gran sayin "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me" Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin' Look at ma, still whippin' Still keep a strap, won't hesitate to give the kids whippins Tryin' to make it to heaven, still livin' Make a visit, stop by the weed spot grab a dub I know grams gon' have me a grub I hit the front door, smell aroma of her food cookin' My favorite, a pot of rice and her stewed chicken Hit the basement, holla at uncle Doc, nephew, wit snu kickin' Where dudes, what's your new mission We bust it up he cold frontin' I know this nigga wanna hold somethin' I know grams upstairs preppin' for church Matchin' up her hat, shoes, pocketbooks and skirts I break her off some dubs, so she can go see the preacher man Even though I know he false teachin', damn All I hear is grams prayin', I keep hearin' moms sayin', shit "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me" That's all I hear is moms prayin', I keep hearin' gran sayin' "Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me" Don't cry mama, your baby boy done weathered the storm And I found peace right here in your arms By the way, how you gettin' along, huh? I know it's been tough bearing the pain since daddy's been gone But, all in all, you still stood tall and never shedded a tear I'm thankin' God you still here 'Cause, only Heaven knows all my heartaches and setbacks Goin' from a high school dropout to shovelin' wet wax I'm never gon' forget that, look in your eyes When you told me that my grandfather died It was like nothing had happened, and I'm knowin that you miss him But to accept death, is just the side of a good Christian And I miss him, just words, and I lived it in life And I take it step by step, but I take it in Christ 'Cuz I'm knowin I can't make it alone You told me not to buy you a new house because in Heaven's your home And as hurt as I was, I had to smile witcha And thank God that we crossed paths cuz you one strong sister And I'm never gon' forget ya Heaven sent us an Angel and the world gon' miss ya, mama All I hear is grams prayin', I keep hearin' moms sayin', shit "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me" That's all I hear is moms prayin', I keep hearin' gran sayin' "Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me" I'm in love with two women, the one that birth me And the one that birth her, know that you gotta hurt me Before you hurt her or hurt her, or hurt them or hurt we I cursed see the worsest death, beat you niggas to a thirsest breath Off wit ya head niggas, fuck that all purpose vest I'm ridin' all out for umma Christian Caffer, though I follow the path of the Sura What can I do but bow down and give offerings For the lady with the softest skin Keep picturin' grams tuckin' me in Breakin' me out of her change purse Slash teacher, slash preacher, slash changed nurse One woman, ten boys, seven daughters Three story house wit no supporter Damn, you wanna get your life in order Words from the oldest boy of your youngest daughter All I hear is grams prayin', I keep hearin' moms sayin', shit "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me" That's all I hear is moms prayin', I keep hearin' gran sayin' "Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me" "Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me" "Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me"