Lyrical Breakdown of Hear Me Cry - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dro weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hear Me Cry" 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 Young Dro 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 Young Dro's narrative.

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Ay, boi, wat's up, wat's hannenin'? It's ya boy, Young Dro, fuckin' around with me, man I'ma teach ya niggas how to cry, ya keep fuckin' with me I been doing hard shit, right, shit get fucked up A lot of shit get fucked up, do about it, nigga Could you do? Could you do? Yeah Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom Heads high at the moon, moon, moon And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom Heads high at the moon, moon, moon And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon I miss grand momma Maggie, I miss Josh Ponto, I neva fogot cha, plus they killed Tasha On top of that, I got shot up and guess who did it, my patna Askin' God is it probably okay if he could just wash it away? See the expression that I got on my face See the weapon that I got on my waist I'm still trippin', my mom still slippin' Pray for me and wait for me as soon you and my daughter get rich These days for me T.I. made a way for me And Jason had a place for me Doug on the case with me plus Hannah they makin' me straight They knew I'm ghetto but I got what it takes See the PSC without me, they fake, my niggas God is my witness and I'm cryin' the time I'm living But I will never give up walkin' to my rhythm, like wat? Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom Heads high at the moon, moon, moon And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom Heads high at the moon, moon, moon And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon I never talked about this but now is the time I tried to let it go but this shit destroyed my mind My homie, his momma dying and his baby daughter, she blind She got no one to play with nuttin' but a daughter that's mine I'm takin' more than time, Lord, hurry, they killed Brian And plus they killing kids, hurry up, 'fore they kill mine Killing time, lately there's a funeral, I'm soon to go Young Dro, bless me in peace and look at the moon blow Thinking about wen my daddy got high and I had my room closed Broke, I can't survive winter wearing these June clothes Blooms slow up with flower, I'll die in hours The water gone off but I'm cool, my tears shower me Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom Heads high at the moon, moon, moon And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom Heads high at the moon, moon, moon And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon I'm finna cry man, call Quntay This shit hurt for real tip, call Donsay Tell him that I meant for one day For us to make shit, shawty that nig shot me up I couldn't take it Plus I had to wear a shit bag but I forgave him He shot me but God helped me fly off like a raven Don't hate him, pray for him Zayzay made a way for him, my homeboy died, yeah [Incomprehensible] All I got is faith, pimp and money from the seventies All kind of felonies, a playa like Bill Bellame I'ma go to heaven, nigga, fuck, wat y'all tellin' me Fuck it, I'ma stop rappin', shawty, sang this hear Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom Heads high at the moon, moon, moon And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon Hear me cry, it's like mmm, mmm, mmm Hear the shots they like boom, boom, boom Heads high at the moon, moon, moon And when we die, it's like soon, soon, soon