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End of the Line
- *come in when kicks come in*
- I'm walking down the road, on the sidewalk
- Looking at all the side chalk, kids playing hopscotch
- I look down at my wristwatch and notice I'm late for my job
- But I don't speed up the pace, cause I barely even get paid
- For something I spend all day, just to go home and eat moldy steak
- Then I notice the bank, next to me, you see, I don't have much at stake
- So honestly, I can be, a bit more brave and do things, you think, are insane
- And so, with no, time to wait, I sprint to my distinay tion
- I walk into the bank normally, a bit formally because I was already dressed up
- For something I'd normally be going to
- And I aint even a bit suspicious, no one's thinking, "what is this"
- They just think I'm some nobody. But really
- I'm looking around, for anyone ready to pounce
- At an ounce, of iregularity
- I try not to start staring, but I am imparing
- These evil thoughts that are invading my mind
- The ones that reside, in my deep thought that I
- Keep from reaching the deepside of my
- Brain which ly inside the area that cause my demise
- And I can't seem to find some time to lay them to rest
- But then I see something shining bright
- It's a diamond, I'm done living the life
- Of a no body and so I go ahead and sign
- Away to the deepest parts that dwell, living in hell
- And grab what may not be mine
- Because these inner thoughts cant escape this box like a mime
- Now I am fueled up with adrenaline,
- Im thinking of the years and how I'm spending them
- I need another sedative, to keep calm my residance
- I'm spillin' em, like Eminem. Drugs, I ain't a friend of them
- But I'm toxic like venom and, I stay attatched, while attacked
- With stacks of dumb wack facts from bitches who talk smack
- And then act, like some freinds who just arent that
- But will keep but the same fake stuff
- With there Insane CP makeup, no time for splitin' bread instead I break rough
- LIke a tough break up, I need to let go of all this yuh,
- But I've taped yah, up in a state of, a mindles crater
- But I've become the righteous creator and you just might miss this arange of
- Moments that can be honed in a second of time with twin thats so thin
- While soaked in a bucket of water and moistened till it's damp
- And could be washed up and broken
- Thats what I feel like I'm walking on every day, but unlike god I tend to drown
- While chasing this crown of glory, screaming "oh lordy"
- Because of low time to be sorting, my mess of thoughts, I'm hording
- So don't think I'm ignoring, I'm just waiting to finally be flourishing
- *let beat ride*
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