Lyrical Breakdown of High Life - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how UGK weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "High Life" 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 UGK 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 UGK's narrative.

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Though I was real but real, niggas are key fuck off you know what I'm saying That shit that kind of gang I'm just thankful to the Lord bless me that I may see hundred mikes away you know Hi life, we livin' that hi life Hi life, (hi life, mmm)we livin' that hi life, mmm I'm tired livin' fucked up, tired of livin' bad Tired of hearing grandma tellin' me When you gonna go to church Chad Now I'm tryin' to live up to the image That she would want me to be But I got one foot in the street And every week I flip a Ki I never wanted to be a G But niggas depend on me It ain't safe to hit at 10 So niggas fear with me And all the niggas that I went to school wit Got cool wit, went to fool wit I dealt selling that white shit Pushing' cocaine, niggas holding pistols Dependant on the game What ya want me to do? It's like somebody cut my throat Got twenty thousand dollar trying to turn it to a hundred And ain't nobody got no dough So niggas came to smoke, bad habits do exist And if this bitch came thinking to ease my mind By sucking my dick Bitch make up for a minute 'cause that ship never lasts In nineteen, ninty-six niggas is dyin' from layin' on that ass First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died And you wonder why yo' niggas out there smokin' fry I wish that I could tell you, I wore a rubber every time But if I told you that nigga you know that I be lyin' And I've been fucking pussy since the tender age of nine It's getting' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive And Crackers tend to smirk Offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt But still I puts in work and front for my folks 'Cause where I come from nigga, family just ain't no joke Now D be getting' married and Edgar on the boat But what about Baby Doe, some say that nigga's selling dope And you know that I ain't lyin', that just how family talk But what you gonna do when the Devil poke you with his fork And everybody sitting' in the pulpit ain't saved Most preachers are false prophets Fuckin' hoes and getting' paid, I'm lookin' for the Hi life, we livin' that hi life We livin' that hi life, hey-ey-ey Hi life, (hi life) we living that hi life(mmm) You only got one life to live That's all they give you to do it You could bullshit your way through it Or stay true, it can be complicated 'Cause niggas be getting' shot in the cross People and names get lost The people in the lane get tossed The streets will eat your ass alive Take your positions with pistols, bare hands and knives And nobody's surprised if somebody Don't survive the dusk to see dawn It's treacherous how we was left to die On the streets that we be on Motherfuckers sleeping' on them corners that you pee on Probably 'cause society felt they didn't belong Now who in the fuck made it this way for us? Got all these little niggas slanging that yay Because it ain't like they make high levels gain able And that punk piece of American pie just ain't obtainable So how can I sustain a full life before death Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self Now common, who gives a damn When you can't afford the turkey or ham Livin' off of Raemon Noodles, beef jerky, and Spam Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life All I can see in front of me is up for grabs Come off that slab 'Cause poverty will push a nigga over that brink Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge So instead of being without, I'm hustling Trying to get through these ungodly days Thinking of ways to get the fuck outta this maze A man will commit a crime 'cause a fucking crime pays I'm going through a phase you don't grow out Until there's a reason a mother fuckers gots to pour out His fourty on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind But still sometimes he don't know why he walking' Around just hoping, he can get one more try to make it It's bullshit he going through but yo, he gots to take it You can't fake it, to get that hi life Hi life, we livin' that hi life Hi life, we livin' that hi life, mmm (Hi life, mmm) Hi life, we livin' that hi life Hi life, we livin' that hi life, mmm (Hi life, mmm) Hi life,(mmm) we livin' that hi life Hi life, we livin' that hi life, mmm (Hi life, mmm)