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AFFECT THE FUTURE COLLAB (feat. Randy Rhino, Kid, and KNB)
- HOOK (X2)
- Some of us live in communities where everything's good,
- and there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,
- some of us live in a place where they'll immediately shoot ya,
- it's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?
- VERSE 1 (RandyRhino):
- My Asian immigrant parents had something to prove
- Came to the UK with one suitcase, they were loving the view
- But no job opportunities nothing to do, they were stuck in a loop
- Corner shops or restaurants, these were the only stuff they could do
- People would look at me in disgust, while i was on the bus to my school
- If only i could erase havoc, but my destiny wont be the way that i plan it
- Pavin' my way so i don't lay in waste an panic,
- Our races were faced with hate and it was tragic
- I'll evade the strife and will never take my life for granted...
- This is my life and the others i cherish
- Learnt much from my mother but no other could wonder it was hellish
- In these rhymes i will tell it... Tell it how it was and how it ought to be
- Life as a child was great but happiness can't be bought for free
- Then it got to me...
- I'd stay at grans house as my parents worked at the shop all week
- I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, To take time at the night or day
- To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray
- My life was the slightest haze in spite of the life they made
- We were striding through life, They were a guidance of light
- I would sleep blinded from fright, while dad was makin' some bread
- The bills kept raising the stress, I remember waking from bed
- And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads
- It was like we had a noose at our throats
- We were losing our hope cause we were never oozing with dough
- But the blessing was in the struggle, Hope was merging through the rubble
- Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle
- It was refreshing but a tussle, Life repays the respecting and the humble
- I learnt much from the way i was taught, so i'm grindin' at uni and im slavin' at jobs
- Raised as an Asian so it only makes sense that i aim for the top
- There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!
- VERSE 2 (Kid):
- Why I always gotta be discriminated around the nation,
- is it because when I get in altercation with a racist they call me Haitian.
- Well guess what, I probably got more money than your lousy ass
- parents combined,
- because the redesign of mankind is unkind and declined,
- it's my duty to fight for my right's because i'm bright,
- and i'm tired of these whites starting fights cause they can't reach my heights,
- i'm tired of being polite cause tonight this fire will ignite
- and all the mistreated blacks will reunite.
- You don't know what it feels like to be black cause bitches don't care,
- it's unfair, your unaware of the daily struggle,
- I may hear black jokes but I stay humble,
- i'll never ever ever crumble,
- my life is like a bubble, I am ready to pop,
- this crazy shit needs to stop,
- I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,
- and you better get ready for my story telling
- HOOK (X2)
- Some of us live in communities where everything's good,
- and there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,
- some of us live in a place where they'll immediately shoot ya,
- it's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?
- VERSE 3 (KNB):
- Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother
- I abandoned my father, he lost his honor, made me suffer
- Not poor, not rich, but just enough to pull it through
- So we just pray to the Lord, that we could stay true
- I cry sometimes, no lie, my family would die
- And it'd just be myself alone, but I don't know why
- We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance
- All the bullshit we go through is just ridiculousness
- I wish it wouldn't exist, the family always pissed
- At each other one another, but later we recover
- My family's from the south, stayed at Papa's house
- Then after Katrina hell broke loose, so we got out
- These days I try my best, still got a load on my chest
- I appreciate with Jesus' offerings so I'm blessed
- I'm just sayin' the truth, when I spit I speak smooth
- Even though I'm a victim of my father's abuse
- So I have no time to be stressed, no time to be depressed
- That's why I keep on going, because I know that I'm blessed
- Still got my future ahead, should be happy I'm not dead
- I could get to be an influence, just hasn't happened yet
- VERSE 4 (Lucifer):
- It's an everyday hustle, and you don't wanna be caught up in it,
- in a Southern redneck trailer park where you ain't got a minute,
- I'm a poor white kid, got beat up everyday but stayed in school,
- I never skipped a class, got good grades, and I played it cool,
- but I'm fuckin' pissed, I probably won't go gain some knowledge,
- 'cuz my motherfuckin' parents are too poor to pay for college,
- oh wait, I forgot, we used to have food stamps and Section 8,
- my parents can't afford health, we make too much for Medicaid,
- hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,
- WIC, Goodwill, Salvation Army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,
- and now it's real, the power kills me, how to pay for college shit,
- we parents are low income, and I'm white, so no scholarships,
- my parents are so poor they're disenfranchised from politics,
- 'cuz nobody will help 'em, they're too concerned with lobbyists,
- so I'll probably end up working at McDonalds, spittin' this rage,
- and live in a cage imprisoned by the system of minimum wage,
- upward mobility's a myth, the American Dream we can't reach,
- politicians are getting back hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,
- we can't relax, 'cuz I gotta help my parents fuckin' pay their bills,
- today it's ill, and fuck the rest of hip hop that says "stayin' real",
- they'll probably think I'm middle class 'cuz I don't press the metal,
- and probably think my family's great 'cuz I won't step in ghettoes,
- and probably think I'm comfortable because my color's white,
- not knowin' Southern whites are lower class, my fuckin' life,
- that's nothing nice, living trapped up inside this financial bubble,
- yeah we were doing okay as a teenager, now damn it's trouble,
- we live paycheck to paycheck, and plus I'm a common dude who,
- will always shop at Walmart and always make Ramen noodles,
- and pawn shops and thrift stores and Food Lion, nail it hard,
- I'll probably re visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,
- so now the truth is told, you've got the words, now shoot me cold,
- 'cuz I can't live to find out what that motherfuckin' future holds
- HOOK (X2)
- Some of us live in communities where everything's good,
- and there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,
- some of us live in a place where they'll immediately shoot ya,
- it's all what you make of it, see how shit affects the future?
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