Lyrical Breakdown of 5AM IN PHILLY - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "5AM IN PHILLY" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Meek Mill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "5AM IN PHILLY" 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 Meek Mill 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 Meek Mill's narrative.

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Scary times Please hold me close in these scary times Don't say you love me And then change your mind I need someone who understands I'm just a man, just a man Chopper by the bed, glizzy by the door How you think I'm supposed to live When only thing I see is war? Yesterday, was on the 'Gram I seen a baby on the floor They said they hit him with a bomb And that kid ain't with his mom And I'm used to seein' death ' Cause I'm from Philly where niggas die Where the blacks kill blacks And I can't even tell you why I know niggas stuck in beef And they can't even tell you how If you strapped, you go to jail But if you ain't, you gon' die (scary times) And yeah I cried on the news When I had changed that law And niggas still talkin' 'bout me Shit got changed for y'all (please, hold me close in these scary times) I been famous since 18 I ain't really change at all Niggas gettin' in your head That shit might change your dog (Don't say you love me and then change your mind) I change my drawers Then put on my Glock when I wake up Crazy part That shit just made my block really break up (I need someone who understands) I'm the motivation I made niggas get their cake up (I'm just a man, just a man) Caught niggas with their face down And I made 'em put they face up I been tryin' shine Since Christina have had them Jacobs Now it's Richard Millie When she see me fix her makeup Flyin' 12 hours I be in Ghana when I wake up Ain't no real niggas Believe that lyin' shit they made up (scary times) I stand on everything I said Well, I'ma stay up Tryna take my homie out the country 'cause he cased up (please, hold me close in these scary times) My other brother, life inside a cell They got him caged up 18 years and ain't seen him since They tryna break us (don't say you love me and then change your mind) I'm ridin' through the trenches Two hundred shots, they tryna take us I gotta make it home to Lil' Poppy He got an A plus I'm so poppin', they throwin' propaganda You better wake up (I'm just a man, just a man) I'm just a- How you gon' tell me you love me And change your mind? I'm readin' everything Wrote a book about all your lies I'm peepin' everything So who crooked that's in the squad? My homie lyin' to me While he lookin' me in my eyes And shit (change your mind) It kind of hurt me But really wasn't surprised (I need someone who understands) When the blind lead the blind It can really fuck your mind And the time meet the time You 40 without a dime (I'm just a man, just a man) And the only thing you own is a .40 And a little nine So if he kill somethin' That's the only way he gon' shine I got a Richie he get 60 years We both doin' real time Only difference is I made it rappin', puttin' in real time I still be talkin' pain, shit My people still dyin' Still cryin' It was crab in the barrel Still climb Niggas tried to put me down When I got out Still throw a line Doin' too much for these people Gettin' tough ain't gon' lie Like I ain't had the city flyin' Private real time I had niggas at the clearport That never been to the airport (scary times) Actin' like they got an attitude Fuck is you here for? (Please, hold me close in these scary times) Go back to the hood And bite my back, what you there for? (Don't say you love me and then change your mind) Broke boys hatin' on the king Why would you care for? I'm here for everybody That was with me when I had a bad storm (I need someone who understands) Everybody actin' like they with me All this glass on 5 a.m. in Philly, ridin' 'round I got my mask on (I'm just a man, just a man) These times y'all pass on Hatin' on your brother life That's a bad jawn I ain't seen my son in nights That's a bad jawn My homie in another life That's a bad jawn 5 a.m. in Philly, ridin' 'round I got my mask on Scary times Please hold me closely in these scary times Don't tell me you love me And then try to change your mind I need someone who understands I'm just a man, I'm just a man (Scary times) (Scary times)