Lyrical Breakdown of Black Girl Pain - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Talib Kweli weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Black Girl Pain" 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 Talib Kweli 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 Talib Kweli's narrative.

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My mama said life would be this hard Growin' up days as a black girl scarred In every ways till you've come so far They just know the name they don't know the pain So please hold your heads up high Don't be ashamed of yourself know I Will carry it forth till the day I die They just know the name they don't know the pain black girl Yeah I do it for the people, I do it for the love I do it for the poet, I do it for the thug This is for victory, and this is for the slaughter I do it for my mother, I do it for my daughter Promise I'll always love ya, I love to kiss and hug ya You and your brother should be lookin' out for one another I'm so blessed, man, y'all the reason I got up Somebody put his hands on you I'm gettin' locked up I'm not playin', that's the prayer I'm sayin' for Diani And if I die then she'll be protected by Amani That's her bigger brother and I love the way he love her She a girly girl, she love to imitate her mother But she a Gemini, so stay on her friendly side She'll put that look on you, it's like somebody' friend just died My pretty black princess smell sweet like that incense That you buy at the bookstore supporting black business Teach her what black is, the fact is her parents are thorough She four reading cornrows by Camille Yarborough I keep her hair braided, bought her a black Barbie I keep her mind free, she ain't no black zombie This is for Aisha, this is for Kashera This is for Khadijah scared to look up in the mirror I see the picture clearer through the stain on the frame She got a black girl name, she livin' black girl pain This is for Makeba, and for my Mamacita What's really good, ma? I'll be your promise keeper I see the picture clearer through the stain on the frame She got a black girl name, she livin black girl pain My mama said life would be this hard Growin up days as a black girl scarred In every ways till you've come so far They just know the name they don't know the pain So please hold your heads up high Don't be ashamed of yourself know I Will carry it forth till the day I die 'Coz they just know the name they don't know the pain black girl This is for Beatrice Bertha Benjamin who gave birth to Tsidi Azeeda for Lavender Hill for Kyalisha Althelone, Mitchells Plain, Swazi girls I'm rep pin for thee Mannesburg, Guguletu where you'd just be blessed to get through For beauty shinin through like the sun at the highest noon From the top of the cable car at table mountain I am you Girls with the skyest blue of eyes and the darkest skin For cape colored allied for realizing we're African For all my cousins back home, the strength of mommy's backbone The length of which she went for raising, sacrificing her own The pain of not reflecting the range of our complexions For rubber pellet scars on Auntie Elna's back I march Fist raised caramel shinin in all our glory For Mauritius, St. Helena, my blood is a million stories Winnie for Joan and for Edie, for Norma, Leslie, Ndidi For Auntie Betty, for Melanie, all the same family Fiona, Jo Burg, complex of mixed girls For surviving through every lie they put into us now This world is yours and I swear I will stand focused Black girls, raise up your hands, the world should clap for us My mama said life would be this hard Growin' up days as a black girl scarred In every ways till you've come so far They just know the name they don't know the pain So please hold your heads up high Don't be ashamed of yourself know I Will carry it forth till the day I die 'Coz they just know the name they don't know the pain black girl Momma said that the day's like this Momma said that the day's like this Momma yeah momma said That the day's like this Momma said every day's like this Momma said that the day's like this Momma said that the day's like this Momma yeah momma said That the day's like this