Lyrical Breakdown of First of All - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "First of All" 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 "First of All" 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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Meek Mill One of the realest Meek Mill tracks you'll Find. Off the mixtape "Flamers". read more First of all I wanna say is free my nigga Lil And free my nigga Rick They gave my nigga wills When they told me I was locked up I was in the cell And just thoughts of doin' life gave a nigga chills Damn, long rise to the mountains I heard a nigga soul make you wanna cry fountains But you can't Cause your pride won't let you when u drownin' So much pain can't explain it or pronounce it So you hold it like a soldier never foldin' And daydreamin' on the day you make it home but never knowin' When them crackers gon' let you free Take off them chains and just let you be Let you breathe, I get a deal You know you get appeal Hundred-thousand dolla lawyers rumblin' for real So many laws lie fumbled in the field Turned over to the system either that or they was killed Man I dont hustle cuz I wanna shit I have to I fell in love with the streets I lost my dad too At a early age, man I was doin' shit to lead me to a early grave Or put me in the cage Cause I ain't know that the world turns slow And time flys by you fast tryna ride til you crash I said I couldn't pick a side good or bad cuz Bein' bad felt good and bein' good ain't the cash Runnin' in the streets got my mama goin crazy Hangin' out south philly where my daddy ain't make it Shit I was only five and I was mad I couldn't quake it To catch a nigga slippin like a taurus transmission Man listen, the streets that I come from black A nigga take one of your's then you come to him strapped With ya gat, no rappin lay em all on the floor Squeeze the trigga and let all of em off See look you got the fiends on the corner Lookin' like zombies Crack babies in the window lookin' for they mommy Youngin' he was only 19 he got hommy Yesterday they left him in the streets brain soggy Cause where I'm from we die young Ride or pride live by the gun