Lyrical Breakdown of Big Dream - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Big Dream" 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 "Big Dream" 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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If you ain't got a dream, you ain't got nuttin'
A lot of niggas changed on me when I got money
Said it come with the game and this what I wanted
So I'm a hustle like the first time I got fronted
For the love of the green
And love of the team
Put together, a circle, they couldn't come in-between
Went from lint in my pockets, to using money machines
I got my city back poppin' and they don't want me to leave
No, they don't want me to leave
But I gotta go and get it though
Time is money, and I'm on mission though
Poppy gotta eat, niggas shootin' 'round my momma way
Cops run in my sister crib, I swear I gotta find a way
Try to touch a million dollars and I'm like a dime away
Never asked a nigga for a hand, I always grind away
Writin my lil raps, smoke my little weed
Sold a little crack just to fund my little needs
I was 16, gettin' on my little knees
Askin' da lord please, help me get a little cheese
It was hard out, same time it was yard out
In a jungle where niggas will rip your heart out
Cold summers where niggas a probably starve out
Wanna be a kingpin from watchin niggas ball out
Couldn't blame us, devil was tryna chain us
We just tried to fix the roof leak when it was rainin'
We just tried to keep the house warm when winter came in
But they rather the detain us, lockers and cells of strangers, the razors
The animal go in cages, that's what the slave masters told the workers when they slaved us
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Rock man told us sun don't shine
You know if his daddy hustled then his son gone grind
His father was locked up, now the son doin' time
Well certain niggas get to starvin' knowin' that gun gon shine
Two felonies on his record, he got one more time
Get that, picture that, he don't want no job, lost hope
Some niggas don't even want no God
They just want a little money just to come through fly
Cause nobody ever listens to the broke nigga
Cause when you broke, be considered as a joke nigga
If you a joke, you consider as a hoe nigga
And no nigga wanna live like livin' poe nigga
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting fo this day since I was 16
Sellin white girl, I'm talkin' Christine
Young boy with dreams touching that big screen
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Small city, big dreams
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16
Since I was 16
I've been waiting on this day since I was 16