Lyrical Breakdown of Otherside Of America - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Otherside Of America" 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 "Otherside Of America" 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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What do you have to lose? You're living in poverty Your schools are no good You have no jobs 58% of your youth is unemployed What the hell do you have to lose? Reportin' live from the other side of America Mama let me sip the forty, I was just a shorty (damn) Then I started spittin' godly, then they said record me I feel like this shit was for me, this shit just my story (facts) Yeah, uh Jumped off the porch, uh, I got a Porsche, won't take it back I'm on the block with the killers and Holdin' my own, of course, yeah (check, check) I seen my mom and dad separate Ain't talkin' divorce (talkin' divorce) Said daddy was livin' by the fire And he died by the torch (check, check) I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids Ain't have a daddy I listened to suckers the same way that Ray Ray did I'm totin' Smith and HKs and I just was a grade A kid Ain't have no guidance We grew up with hitters and did everything they said Point out the block, we spinnin' that (spinnin') Run in the spot, we gettin' that (get it) Give us some work, we flippin' that (flippin') I'm hittin' from jail, they ain't hittin' back I need a lawyer, money for commissary, and nobody ain't sendin' that I'm in my cell like, "When I get out I'm makin' a movie, no Cinemax" (woo) Yeah, back home and I'm fresh on bail Phone chirpin', it was next to tell Block poppin', it was extra sales Big dogs, they ain't showin' remorse I was beggin' just to catch a sale Same block, we was goin' to war I was prayin' I ain't catch a shell (check) Uh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights Livin' like we tryna die tonight Glock .40 sound like dynamite I was fuckin' up my cop money Sellin' soap like it's China white OG's said, "You fuckin' the block up" I was mad, I was tryna fight Nigga, we hungry Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely Stomach growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely Reportin' live from the other side of America Reportin' live from the other side (yeah) Same corner where my brothers died (yeah) Livin' life, we ain't got a care Told my mama I ain't dyin' here (no) .40 on me, I ain't buyin' beer (no) Ain't have a will, now I'm flyin' Lear Bunch of felons on the jet with me Make a movie like it's Con Air Started off in the basement Now it's rooftops and LeBron there Still fightin' open cases Out on bail, nigga, but it's my year Summertime, it get cold out Heater on me like a Moncler Closet bigger than my old house Thinkin' 'bout it, I was fine there Came out the dirt (dirt) Dedicated, I was makin' it work Medicated, I was takin' them Percs Devastated when my niggas got murked Educated, had to get to it first I knew trappin', it would get me in jail Playin' with pistols, it would get me a hearse But I ain't give a fuck, send me to church (woo) Yeah, they gotta catch me in traffic (traffic) I ain't with none of this rap shit (rap shit) I've been tryna run from these caskets All of this pain built in me, nigga You don't want none of this action Go get some money and feed your fam 'Cause this is a fuckin' disaster, yeah Uh, we was starvin' for a thousand nights Livin' like we tryna die tonight Glock .40 sound like dynamite I was fuckin' up my cop money Sellin' soap like it's China white OG's said, "You fuckin' the block up" I was mad, I was tryna fight Nigga, we hungry Mama at work, daddy, he dead, nigga we lonely Stomach growlin' like a AMG, goin' to bed, we hungry Uzi on me, all my friends are dead, nigga, we lonely Reportin' live from the other side of America I always dreamed too, of being like On like CNN and being able to like express myself And, and, and speak for like the Voiceless young men of America (do it) The first step, I would say I grew up in America in a ruthless neighborhood Where we were not protected by police, uh We grew up in ruthless environments We grew up around murder, you see murder You see seven people die a week I think you would probably carry a gun yourself Would you? Uh, yeah, I probably would