Lyrical Breakdown of Sky Cry - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Sky 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.

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I see your pain, through the skies in the backyard I know you love me, baby you ain't gotta act hard I'ma leave a stain, shots to the brain, left the whole block scarred Down for the gang, gotta use your brain, we gone make the rocks hard Shawty say go when it's time I thought you was under this here but you not Puttin' up with your shit way too many times Everybody you know say you never was mine Let a nigga come try, and get hit that iron Got a real big heart, but I'm real deal slime Get a real bad bitch, I'ma make her mine I'm a real street nigga who be totin' that iron She a real hood bitch, she the rich nigga kind She a real good girl, some shit on her mind Post up at the trap with the stick outside Every bitch in the truck, neither one my kind Have a daughter by choice, I'ma name her Kind Come and knock at the door with the rod in the ride Ray Ray, RiRi, the Arabian tribe You a never get far with you tellin' them lies I know you never left me, and I know you probably right for me And I can't say why I'm leaving I just wanna tell you it's hard, no it ain't easy being me And you don't know how to play your part wit a nigga On stage turnt up wit the hardest of niggas You needa go read a thesaurus to niggas Them shooters they sleep wit that rod in a pillow You tried to make a choice, but your heart in the middle I see your soul in the sky through a symbol No insurance for the incidentals Real bitches go hard for they niggas Let a nigga come try, and get hit that iron Got a real big heart, but I'm real deal slime Get a real bad bitch, I'ma make her mine I'm a real street nigga who be totin' that iron She a real hood bitch, she the rich nigga kind She a real good girl, some shit on her mind Post up at the trap with the stick outside I'm a real street nigga, who be totin' that iron I see your pain, through the skies in the backyard I know you love me, baby you ain't gotta act hard I'ma leave a stain, shots to the brain, left the whole block scarred Down for the gang, gotta use your brain, we gone make the rocks hard