Lyrical Breakdown of Letter to the System - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how T.I. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Letter to the System" 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 T.I. 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 T.I.'s narrative.

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What's on the mind... of a Black Man right Now? I wonder... Ain't it hard enough... to raise your sons and Your daughters up? Without dealing with the racist stuff Man I just got out of prison trying hard as Fuck And it seem like its a green light on anyone With my skin type Get pulled up before a tail-light and get shot Know what dat feel like? Man it real life We ain't have to be brought here man, real Life But the fact is that we all here If you don't like, you shud've left us where We were Bruh, its all your fault, see L.O.L. J.K. J.K. Yeah Everybody seem cool bout it yeah Reparation that never happen, but we ain't Just gon be abused by it ya'll, wait a minute I'm confused, I thought every man was Treated equal, read it in the constitution, Yeah only when they feel like sticking to it But U.S.A. the greatest nation in the world, Dat my story and I'm sticking to it Kepp sticking to it Letter to the System (yeah) For my brothers in them prisons (yeah) And the soldiers there that be feeding to Your bullshit (say bitches, us or else) Man, this shit designed to beat us You should to find wonder little bus Sick of the way you treat us, this some Bullshit (say bitches, us or else) {Yeah, you on my shit list, yeah} Letter to the system {You dig?} I hop you bitches listen {You dig?} Stay the fuck out of my business (Bitches, Us or else) {Minding Minding my business, Yeah} Fucking rebel [?] {You dig?} All of my 48 {You Dig?} You leave us (Bitch, us or else) [?] all on Instagram, they don't give a damn Grandma on the phone screaming "Oh Boy Oh Boy" Damn it, she ain't never heard of Killa Cam Clocks feeling like a celing fan She remember back when Martin Luther, he Would march and march and let the million Man and that shit begin again Man, they got the problem solver for Y'all,.38s and revolvers They should've never involved us Probably knew that white women was Stalkers Neiman to Marcus, [?], Narcotic Targets, Walkin to [?] and walk out of Target Stop and risk police going in my pocket Drug search over [?] drug dog when they me They barking Black skin at the target, black for sale at the Black market And its all for free, we don't ask for nothing I got me, I ain't backwards hustling We got us, we ain't taxing us Get yo ass back back back back back back To the back of the bus Letter to the System, (yeah) For my brothers in them prisons (yeah) And the soldiers there that be feeding to Your bullshit (say bitches, us or else) Man, this shit designed to beat us You should to find wonder little bus Sick of the way you treat us, this some Bullshit (say bitches, us or else) {Yeah, you on my shit list, yeah} Letter to the system {You dig?} I hop you bitches listen {You dig?} Stay the fuck out of my business (Bitches, Us or else) {Minding Minding my business, Yeah} Fucking rebel [?] {You dig?} All of my 48 {You Dig?} You leave us (Bitch, us or else)