Lyrical Breakdown of Been Through The Storm - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Been Through The Storm" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Roots weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Been Through The Storm" 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 Roots 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 Roots's narrative.

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Been thru the storm thru the cold and rain everything's still the same can't control how I feel sometimes it's hard to keep it real you see the love of your life with the fortune and fame like them Caddilacs with Sun-roofs man so many ways to make a Dollar Ha, Sometimes I think about my father You see my Papa was broke and my Momma was young tryin to blend in with dem city folk everyday landlord knocking down my door Listen everybody wanna be famous Son, ever how funny the game is they want it if its gonna be painless they don't want it if it's gonna be strange full of tunnels and changes I aint gonna front ask my 5 year old son what he want he said he want the World to know what his name is I said be smart boy and told him he should follow his heart cause if you tryng to run from it it's dangerous we livin in a Era where the people is shameless they 'onna do whatever for the paper, you name it some come up real smooth anybody will try you some wanna use you some wanna be used by you don't get it confused, yo thats the key to survival choose your own view if you dont see it as I do but it's all substantial I'm telling you its of the handle thats the reason I'ma set an example I've been thru... Been thru the storm thru the cold and rain everything's still the same can't control how I feel sometimes it's hard to keep it real you see the love of your life with the fortune and fame like them Caddilacs with sun-roofs man so many ways to make a Dollar Ha, Sometimes I think about my father You see my Papa was broke and my Momma was young tryin to blend in with dem city folk everyday landlord knocking down my door Yeah, look, everybody wanna get nice but every thing come at a price, right? Err'body got their own price thats something I learned when peole too nice it's something that they want in return a lot a times out of ten what they wannting is yearn or they just a little concerned, of something to burn people talk about respect that's something that's earned people that don't wanna give it when they know it's deserved but it's real hot and that kinda life they want it now when the wheel starts spinning it's tough to slow it down, Black wanna get the people involved and show em how if they don't wanna tell you the truth, you know it now it's bout life ' pressing in persuit of that paper and people worldwide on their worst behavior and folks that was never really movers and shakers gettin anxious suddenly they wanna be gangsta but Been thru the storm thru the cold and rain everything's still the same can't control how I feel sometimes it's hard to keep it real you see the love of your life with the fortune and fame like them Caddilacs with sun-roofs man so many ways to make a Dollar Ha, Sometimes I think about my father You see my Papa was broke and my Momma was young tryin to blend in with dem city folk everyday landlord knocking down my door