Lyrical Breakdown of Real People - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Common weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Real People" 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 Common 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 Common's narrative.

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Yeah, yeah You know how me and 'Ye do, huh, yeah Real people walk in the streets, the streets is talkin' Often it's beef this city never does People walk and talk in they sleep Cold sweats and wet dreams On how to get green, our faith is all in a Jeep Black souls, raw and they deep Hypes tryna talk with no teeth Shorties sayin' ball or retreat A lesson we all speak at one point or another What you expect from one who smoke a joint with his mother? Anointed hustlers in a fatherless region Through the pain wish they know that God was just teachin' We want decent homes So dreams we say out loud like speaker phones just to keep 'em on It's like a colored song that keep keepin' on I guess knowin' I'm weak is when I'm really bein' strong Somehow through the dust I could see the dawn Like the Bishop Magic Juan, that's why I write freedom songs For the real people I wonder is the spirits of Bob Marley and Haile Selassie Watch me as the cops be tryna pop and lock me They cocky, plus they mentality is Nazi The way they treat Blacks I wanna snap like paparazzi We're the children of a better God searchin' for better jobs We could cop ghetto cars tryin' not to catch a charge They say the dope game is sour Now they doin' homework that's when they follow you for hours Come to your crib and devour all that you work for Must be more than paper these niggas hurt for Through the purple haze I circle days and rhyme for work that pays Tryna reverse the slave's mind and insert the brave mentality Heard that it's drama at home Can a dude break free and still get honored at home? I was told by a chief it's the games nature When you're glowin' some will love and some will hate ya It's real people Black men walking with white girls on they arms I be mad at em as if I know they moms Told to go beyond the surface, a person's a person When we lessen our women our condition seems to worsen The weary cursin' the sky Talkin' to themselves givin' the version of why help and hurt in they eye I live across from it, some of it I do be in I be showin' niggas lives like UBN It's real people Yeah For you and yours G.O.O.D. Music Forever Yeah Rock on We keep on Uh, yeah Yeah, yeah Uh, yeah The real