Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Cry - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't Cry" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Don't Cry" 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 The Game 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 The Game's narrative.
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Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't
Amayah wake up baby
I know you're sleepin', but daddy's home now
Pictures gettin' old, my lil' girl lookin' grown now
Your moms said you're talkin' on your own, walkin' on your own now
Run across the kitchen floor in them baby drawers
I sent you from off tour and I miss you when I was tourin'
Smilin' at them baby pictures, so happy, tears pourin'
God how can somethin' so beautiful come from me?
After the gunshots thought you was done with me
But I know I'm livin' now, why you made me put the guns down
Pick up the mic, start rappin' for a living now
My sun, my moon, my starts, my earth
My wind, my fire, my life, my bay-bay
Tryin' to make your moms life ya must be crazy, fussin' and fightin'
I know she love me 'cause ya look just like me
Day you came into this world I was so excited
Eleven twenty-one double-zero, my baby girl is here
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't
Yo, yo, you see this rap shit I do it for you
And the first time I heard your voice I prayed to God it had to be true
Got a son now, cuttin' the game, stoppin' the bullshit
Remember eyein' your enemy, can you pull quick
Dipped out Cali, came back, snatched my son
My girl moms and I moved out Maui
Yeah your pops gone bananas, seen wild went hard
Bigger house, wider yard, nappy with the crash bar
Off that hersh', shit you stupid, you ain't no dad nigga
Takin' your black ass to court for all you have nigga
You see me and your moms, that's another topic
Ain't no whip in this world with a price you can't cop it
Stop it, press rewind, you didn't hear me right
It's a lesson to the song, I'm tryin' to steer you right
Just remember your father taught you to go hard or go home
Never sing that sad song, don't cry
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't
Huh daddy ain't gon' preach to you, I'mma let your moms school you
Don't let the streets fool you, streets'll do you, that's why I'm talkin' to you
Yeah, you see these niggas out here, have you stressin' by the hour
Never turn your back on your foes, them dudes cowards
Some days sweet, and some sour - but we gon' make it together
The world is ours, and you're my flower
If it's ice you can get that, model chicks hit that
Never stress about the downfalls just 'bout the getback
And I ain't sayin' sex is wrong, just make sure he strap a condom on
And never, ever do it in your mother's home
Yeah, never call a girl a bitch, show respect, son pop ya collar
Ain't nothin' free, scrape and lock every dollar
And I will leave you with this, my lil' angel, daddy loves you
How I'd die for you, cry for you, ride for you
Yeah, switchin' handles like you breakin' a zone, candy paint Impala
On the Golden Bridge, bouncin on chrome
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't