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Lyrical Analysis of "Chocolate Rain" by Tay Zonday

Chocolate rain! Word structure that ends in rhymescheme A

Chocolate rain! Word structure that ends in rhymescheme B

Chocolate rain! Word structure that ends in rhymescheme C

Chocolate rain! Word structure that ends in rhymescheme D

Chocolate rain! Word structure that ends in rhymescheme E

Chocolate rain! Word structure that ends in rhymescheme F

Chocolate rain! Word structure that ends in rhymescheme G

Repeat ad infinitum

“A man who hasn’t found something he is willing to die for is not fit to live.”

—Reverend Martin Luther King Junior

“What are you doing this Hallow’s Eve?
Smoking, obvs.
Like a robot?
Yup”

—Jacob Sysak

“The robot always chooses Pot”

—Jacob

My minimalist love letter to Lukas

"oh gods"

Its snowing and all my classes are a billion miles apart

I love

sitting in class on my computer. Fuck you, teach

“No reason to get excited, the thief he calmly spoke.”

A mass of hands press on the market window
Ghosts of progress
Dressed in slow death
Feeding on hunger
And glaring through the promise
Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle
A mass of nameless at the oasis
That hides the graves beneath the master’s hill
Are buried for drinking
The rivers water while
Shackled to the the line at the empty well

Listen to the facist sing
“Take hope here
War is elsewhere
You were chosen
This is Gods land
Soon we’ll be free
Of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our Forefathers hand”
A mass of promises
Begin to rupture
Like the pockets Of the new world kings
Like swollen stomachs In Appalachia
Like the priest that fucked you As he whispered holy things
A mass of tears have transform the stones now
Sharpened on suffering
And woven into the slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress
Taking today what tomorrow never brings

Ain’t it funny how the factory doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper
Ain’t its funny how the factory doors close
Round the time that the school doors close
Round the time that a hundred thousand jail cells
Open up to greet you like the reaper

Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall
Like ashes in the fall

jqsk:

Should I even like this picture? It looks like it was taken thirty years ago.

yes, because its great