Lyrical Breakdown of Real - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real" 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 "Real" 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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Yeah Real written all over this Yeah I said I used to get high, just to get by Couldn't deal with my reality was livin' in a lie Sometimes I ask god is we livin' just to die Conversations with my dad and he livin' in the sky I think am I going crazy or is this shit for real The spirit of a nigga who's real in his appeal Fighting to see the light and I'm fighting to keep it real Like a nigga with no lawyer I'm ready to take a deal Got me feeling like Khaled, cause all I do is win I don't practice no religion cause all I do is sin I don't even write it down, I'm just spittin' out what's in I don't celebrate for victory man all I do is grin, uhh Shit, I ain't braggin', I don't boast But when it come to bread, fuck a slice, I need a loaf And a little bit of toast just to keep the haters off me Man I do this for my city, Y'all are niggas waitin' on me uhh Look into my eyes, tell me what you see A youngin' full of pride with attentives of a G I never gave a fuck what ya heard about me Never told, never sold my soul, nigga this is me Yeah, I'm a family man, don't you ever Cross that line where my family stand I'll send em' boys to come And get you in that family van Cold shooters that let it hammer like Yosemite Sam I'm from a hood where these niggas scared to dream at Fuck the money, they wanna know where the lean at And make em' lean back, I'm talkin' fadeaway Mike Jordan, gettin' it ain't important How can I forfeit, niggas makin a fortune Livin' in fortresses, gettin' in on some corporate shit Go hard or go home, and that's the orphanage Same niggas that I grew up I be often with Small circle cause niggas will murk you Most of the time it's niggas that know you But my niggas is purple, hearted I seen the snakes before they even started Caught 'em and now we dearly departed Look into my eyes, tell me what you see A youngin' full of pride with attentives of a G I never gave a fuck what ya heard about me Never told, never sold my soul, nigga this is me