Lyrical Breakdown of These Scars - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "These Scars" 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 "These Scars" 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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When I was on 'gram entertaining all the rap beefs We was on the hood goin' to war on the backstreets Bulletproof Caddy like who said they gon' get at me Pull up in your hood, niggas running like a track meet No more Rollies, I'm just buying more properties Young niggas watching me, give 'em that game properly Past go twice, skip jail, build a monopoly Don't let 'em trick you outta your spot Nigga you gotta be retard or you could treat me out this new Gallardo Since I been gettin' it, ain't miss a season from Ricardo Tisci when they see me, know me at Wells Fargo Still rappin' like it's no tomorrow So I don't have to stand, let me borrow And let you in my circle, but that's coming with a cost though You don't work, you gon' starve yo Dime in the crib, tip-toeing on the marble Rockin' all this ice, I'm just tryna hide my scars tho Somethin' bout that Wraith and them lights, how them stars glow Give me motivation, out in Miami, know the Haitians All the hitters got the bitches and I'm MMG A legend on Collins how they gon' remember me Young niggas The land they gave us was always ours Don't close the door, you owe us more, uhh I know that it's hard to face reality, mm And when they changed, they were all surprised but me And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh Patek on, iced out, yeah yeah (yeah yeah) Hundred rounds, brrr, spend live by (brr) Drankin' purple lean, fuck my sky dive Ridin' in them Wraiths like a shotta (skrrt skrrt) Skipped out of school, whipped a deuce to a four Chanel on my whore, got the marble on my floor Ten year deal just to wear Diadora I secure the bag first round, that's of course Cocaina white inside, that's a Porsche Came from the gutter, nigga trapping is a sport Young nigga don't spray the drum in the court That's the Actavis, pop the seal like a cork They running out of info, making rumours, what's your source? Friends turned to foes, niggas leavin' me no choice Hoes gettin' exposed, make a nigga cut them short Hit a few licks before I made it out of choice The land they gave us was always ours Don't close the door, you owe us more, uh I know that it's hard to face reality, mm And when they changed, they were all surprised but me And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh