Lyrical Breakdown of Turn - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Turn" 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 "Turn" 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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Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah Woke up walking on water, ditching my alma mater Made a lot of mistakes from mimicking ways of my father Father, can You forgive me? Sinning since I remember Back when Grandaddy died, that was a cold December They closed his casket while my motherfuckin' hope was in it Soon as you come out the womb, they hanging rope for niggas Groomed for the stone and the tomb, going for broke and shit We bend that, push shit back, the Devil coaching niggas Telling 'em to shoot, like a title on the line When it's judgment time, I doubt that God can look me in my eyes 'Fore He send me down to Hell, 'cause I'ma ask a Nigga, "Why?" Never played it by the book because the Book was full of lies And the preacher full of shit, and the teacher full of shit Used to boo me from the bleachers—that, I'm never gon' forget Eating five-dollar Little Caesar's pizzas on the WIC 'Cause my daddy left my momma for the motherfuckin' pen (Yeah, yeah) But when it come down to it, know I'm out here shooting 'Cause it's all a nigga got, yeah, that's all a nigga got When it come down to it, know the basehead use it 'Cause it's all a nigga got, yeah, that's all a nigga got Find me posted on the block, 'cause it's all a nigga got Couple hundred in the knot, 'cause it's all a nigga got Still running from the cops, 'cause it's all a nigga got 'Cause it's all a nigga got, 'cause that's all a nigga got Our Father, who art in Heaven Seen my momma dying every day since grade eleven You see, her age is catching up to all them years of stressing Tears is falling, and her son too far away to catch 'em Hard to call, and when she call, she gotta leave a message, 'cause a nigga working And I'm working, so she worry-free—guess I defeat the purpose Medication cost a arm and leg, hardly even worth it Doctor tripping, so it got a nigga feeling John Q, wild Round sitting in the gun, duck-duck-goose style Pressure building up, nigga, what you gonna do now? Brother kid too now, twelve years in the pen Seen life end 'fore this shit begin—sing it then But when it come down to it, know I'm out here shooting 'Cause it's all a nigga got, yeah, that's all a nigga got When it come down to it know the basehead use it 'Cause it's all a nigga got, yeah, that's all a nigga got Find me posted on the block, 'cause it's all a nigga got Couple hundred in the knot, 'cause it's all a nigga got Still running from the cops, 'cause it's all a nigga got 'Cause it's all a nigga got, 'cause that's all a nigga got One for the fucking money, two for the fucking show .357 on me, loaded, ready to go I know my bitches love me, know my enemies don't My momma know I'm shady, I'm granny bastard, baby Look in the mirror, like, "This is what you made me" I'm going crazy please somebody save me, Jesus Way too far gone for Him to reach me To reach me Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah