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dear god, please purify
- //0:00 //
- got a lotta shit on my
- //0:03 //
- plate, but still struggling to eat
- [beginning to realize we normalizing not being able to make ends meet](beginning, ends)
- and I think this hole is too deep, maybe these hoes too deep
- every man gettin' sucked in, and complain bout the hoe is too steep like
- //0:13 //
- purify my mind and body, purify my soul,
- dear god, please take me away from the devil's clutches, so I don't begin to fold
- haven't even begun to accept that those around me won't change, so I must as a result
- haven't even begun to accept that those around me won't change, because I still hope
- //0:27 //
- purify my lines, they say they're getting old,
- they say all I rap about is addiction and abuse, but that's all I know
- went to the land of gold, and went from bad and broke to sad and low
- until the day the heaven's call, I'm still trapped in woe (yeah, I know )
- //0:41 //
- [always lived a harsh life, read between the lines, I had paragraphs of struggle](lines, paragraphs)
- rough stretches of rubble in between the supposed paradise of life
- but instead of sitting on a beach, I'm trapped, stuck in between ice,
- everything a dime a dozen, a gift, even a quarter to buy gum, we'd fight for it
- //0:55 //
- "you came from struggle, but you up now, so it's alright, can you move a house a night?"
- [I'm still on every type of drug, why would I move a home aside, pills killing me from the inside]('home aside/homicide, killing me')
- because when you come from struggle, you realize money isn't a gift, but a curse
- people throwin' love, loyalty, beliefs, and joy aside, all for a dollar sign
- //1:08 //
- and I know I ain't the only one struggling, they try to save face with a mean mug
- put a brave face on and team up, put a facade in the tea cup
- and have tea parties, drinking up lies they made up just to avoid the truth
- until they eventually realize that the tea was all fake, and then they try to talk to you
- //1:22 //
- long story short I hate flexing, stacking cash just to feel accomplished
- long story short I hate weapons, using guns as a method to feel like a conqueror
- probably a long article on the beginning of bloods and crips, but I'll tell you why they exist
- 'cuz people need to shoot those guns, and if you're on the same side of the block, who you gon' hit
- //1:35 //
- why do people validate this? killing each other because of sides? why doesn't it get addressed?
- because it has been going on for so long, the peace is asleep, and we cannot put war to rest
- "that shit's sick, why the fuck doesn't anyone do something about it"
- we've tried. but they don't listen if we say it. not if we post it. not if we shout it
- //1:49 //
- this is a message to the young black youth, please stay in school, you are the next generation
- there is not anything cool about being shot, learn four times two, get an education
- lives being taken daily, they shoot and shoot, without any form of hesitation
- but you all can slow that tide, go and live your life, strive to achieve greatness
- //2:03 //
- strive to be the greatest, because congradulation flowers are better than those of your deathbed
- strive to be the greatest, because everyone looks at the black population as killers and crackheads
- strive to be the greatest, not because you fear to die, but because if you don't you'll end up dead
- strive to be the greatest, not because you shed blood, but because there's already enough bloodshed
- //2:16 //
- yeah, and I've been fighting my entire life to make amends for something I didn't even do
- yeah, and I've been fighting to be the greatest, not number three, not number two
- yeah, and I fight hard, not to be the greatest in my own mind, but to be the greatest at what I do
- 'cuz when my name's set in stone, I want my congradulation flowers and my deathbed flowers too
- //2:28 (got a lotta shit on my )//
- //2:30 //
- plate, but still struggling to eat
- [beginning to realize we normalizing not being able to make ends meet](beginning, ends)
- and I think this hole is too deep, maybe these hoes too deep
- every man gettin' sucked in, and complain bout the hole is too steep like
- //2:44 //
- purify my mind and body, purify my soul,
- dear god, please take me away from the devil's clutches, so I don't begin to fold
- haven't even begun to accept that those around me won't change, so I must as a result
- haven't even begun to accept that those around me won't change, because I still hope
- //2:58 //
- purify my lines, they say they're getting old,
- they say all I rap about is addiction and abuse, but that's all I know
- went to the land of gold, and went from bad and broke to sad and low
- until the day the heaven's call, I'm still trapped in woe (yeah, I know )
- //3:12 //
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