Lyrical Breakdown of State of Grace - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "State of Grace" 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 "State of Grace" 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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From the top, from the top, from the top, from the top, uh From the top, from the top, from the top, from the top In a state of grace Where the talented surrounded by the pain and the violence So the selling never safe At the same time, snitching to the Jake is the Quickest way to get found at the bottom of the lake The problem we face seems so great that We can't escape, so we accept our fate So the sex and the money and the murder are the pictures we paint If an artist is a part of a community And got an opportunity to get that cake But never come back to the hood, no immunity Usually a nigga like that's so fake No different from a snake Nothing left to give 'cause you always wanna take If you ain't using all the talents God provided you with For the betterment of man, understand you ain't nothing but a waste Look into the face of a young girl Raising up like a flag when it's time to furl Got game listening to her mother's pearls And she love Beyoncé 'cause she run the world Her mama used to run this city Way back before that nigga Puff was Diddy When it came to her music then she got real picky From New York but preferred 2Pac over Biggie No disrespect to Ms. Wallace but she liked to do the knowledge And she felt that Pac was more lyrical No, she never went to college but she called herself Earth, our myth, the one that God's more spiritual She God in the physical And it's only natural to pray for her little youth Musical, so she played the umbilical cords 'Til her daughter was born, it was a miracle Music is the light when it's dark And the way that you spit your dart is a big part She grew up loving hip-hop Now all her daughter got is loving hip-hop Nowadays niggas turn up for the sex Niggas turn up for the money, never turn up for the movement Ratchet reality stars that be looking so stupid Getting into fights at reunions She used to be inspired by the writers Now she tired of the biters, no desire for the lion and the violence That's inflicted on the body in this so-called party environment Her body is politics Lost count how many whores she was called today She won't do it no more, lost all her faith They say she exaggerate when she holler rape But there's only so much she can tolerate Help me find my way To a state of grace Stir my heart, touch my soul Feed me freedom sounds you made Help me find my way To a state of grace Lift me up with your weight Pull me to be great She wanna be the first in the family with the higher education Her entire graduation was a dire situation Did a paper on the state of the hip-hop generation But no longer felt a part of the conversation Used to be a "I'ma ride or die" chick B.I.G. with the "me and my bitch" No objections, being an object Major labels seeing a profit She ain't never been a bitch or a ho But she used to sing along when she heard it in a song She used to be front row at the shows 'Til she overdosed on the testosterone Her favorite rapper invited her backstage But it stayed, but she felt like she really ain't belong When she wouldn't let him hit This nigga called her a bitch, he erased all her songs from the phone Who are we fucked with? So the garbage is stuck with You can bump it or dump it The artist she trusted just broke her heart So misogynistic and disgusting She tried not to judge him In her heart she still love him And the way that he lusting a part of his suffering And this young man clearly not ready for the harder discussion Female MCs acting more like a dude than a doo-doo Only if you knew I know a few who flow crazier than if you flew Over the nest of the cuckoo But she never gonna hear them in the mix of the new attitude Taking cues from the radio playing that doodoo She on D'Angelo Pandora station playing that voodoo Who knew? Help me find my way To a state of grace Stir my heart, touch my soul Feed me freedom sounds you made Help me find my way To a state of grace Lift me up with your weight Pull me to be great In the face of hate She be looking for a balance 'cause the World is challenging her to be great I see lyrics as colors and shapes Put it on tape, let her know I can relate When you wish you could switch the way that you look And your nose was smaller and your hair was straight When you got no faith, when you hate yourself, when you hate your race Let's get to the core Our sister's worth more than grinding on the wall half naked She a bitch, she a whore, and you rich And you shit on the poor and all of your records And now she finna buy it Why should I support music that constantly disrespects me And make you dismissive of the efforts of those Who get left with the charge of repping it correctly? When it's free online or in the cloud Ain't no need to touch the radio dial You wonder why you don't hear those sounds on the air And it's clear that the sales go down Down by a law that you found before You on a message board and you sounding off These niggas gained the whole world, but what's the cost? No wonder why these niggas be sounding lost Rhyming is a memory These assembly line rap niggas is designed by the enemy Stop giving them your soul, gift wrap Prepackaged, fabricated shit rap Running through you like fast food, Big Macs You don't want no problems, fix that All the time that you spent listening to that bullshit Now you ain't never gon' get back Help me find my way To a state of grace Stir my heart, touch my soul Feed me freedom sounds you made Help me find my way To a state of grace Lift me up with your weight Pull me to be great She don't love it no, she don't love it no more She don't love it no, she don't love it no more She don't love it no, she don't love it no more She don't love it no, she don't love it no more No more, no more, no more, no more No more, no more, no more, no more No more, no more, no more, no more No more, no more, no more, she don't love it no more