Lyrical Breakdown of Where You At - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Where You At" 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 "Where You At" 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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Follower, there's a leader in you You don't have to turn around You don't have to make the news You don't have to break a heart Another mother falls apart And leave her children in the dark And you go hiding all your scars Don't gotta bring you to my rules, the sirens of today Don't gotta change who you are to fit in some kind of way I know the worst thing about being down when you're proud Is you can't live it out, but you gotta find a way Gotta find a way Where are you? I need you here Where are you? So we all can cheer I hear what the cops don't hear I hear that the streets are clear I hear what you don't think I hear I hear, I hear And I'm here for you Somebody call 911 Old lady in the window, hope that's not my son Laying under them sheets, somebody just got murdered Ain't nobody seen it, but everybody they heard it It was a cold night in Philly, under the moon Youngin' thought he was cool, he was running with goons It was summer of June, he was tucking the tool He never thought the night ahead would be the one on the news Cause last week he robbed Keith, but Keith wasn't sweet Caught him for 9 ounces and stuck him up with the heat Karma a motherfer, he just prayed the other week But the week after he prayed, they shot him down in the streets Early age to an early grave Playing with them hammers in his early days First cla ticket to the pearly gates Lash out running with the dogs Why woah? Not a day goes by That you don't wanna cry And deep down inside You living a lie Whatever's facing you Put your faith into Every dream is possible