Lyrical Breakdown of Black - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Tears fall from the sky, mindin' the hooligans I think I'm losin' it, hope you're along for the ride Buckle the seatbelt, so many want me to crash and die Who can I call when I need help? Jugglin' thuggin' depression and pride Sayin' it loud, like James, rollin' the window down, ay Bro, do you gang bang? Yeah, click-clack baow I'ma regret it mañana, niggas be doin' shit just to be doin' it We're eatin' better tomorrow, real food stamp babies My people, product of poverty I don't know why they would play with us Choppers in luxury vehicles, livin' like Saudi Arabians Learned Reaganomics and ran it up, we don't got nothing to show for Infatuated with folklore and we still on some nigga shit Money, I'm gettin' it (money, I'm gettin' it) Heaven, I'm livin' it (Heaven, I'm livin' it) I look in the mirror and see somethin' missin' I feel like it's you (I feel like it's you) I know that it's you (I know that it's you) So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue, so black and blue So black and- The cable was basic, the bitches was basic-er Love and a kiss from her Mom, call me her son, she let me stay with her Maybe we're livin' haram, can't go to prom, send me a prayer up To the Heavens above, is it a mansion for thugs? (Mansion for thugs) Where did Tupac and 'em go? Where Nipsey Hus' and 'em go? Swavey and Drakeo? Ricche and Slim Foe? I spend a lot of my time missin' our kinfolks Put 'em inside of a rhyme, hopin' they live on Money, I'm gettin' it (money, I'm gettin' it) Heaven, I'm livin' it (Heaven, I'm livin' it) I look in the mirror and see somethin' missin' I feel like it's you (I feel like it's you) I know that it's you (I know that it's you) So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue So black and blue, so black and blue So black and- Still on some nigga shit, still on that nigga shit, uh Tell me what you know 'bout it Get your hand out my pocket, uh, uh Infatuated with folklore I'd rather be a N-I-G-G-A What do you say?