Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these words be earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room for and depression
And with that said my nigga, let me ask this question

When shit hit the fan, is you still a
When hit the fan (one two, one two)
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they it
Let words be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army room for mistakes and depression
And with that being my nigga, let me ask this question

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Want you to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

Do you in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you easily, is your heart where it need to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is vow on lifetime?
Would you know where the sermon is if I died in next line?
If I'm tried in a court of law, if the cut me off
If the government want me dead, cocaine in my car
you judge me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my character and degrade me on every
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me Nelson
I freed you being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's a blessing
But a prophet a prophet til they ask you this question:

When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a
Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask you
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make for mistakes and depression
And with

Do you believe in me? How you believe in her?
You think she gon' stick around if them 25 occur?
You think he can hold you down when you behind bars hurt?
You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the
Can you be immortalized without your life expired?
Even you share the same blood is it worth the time?
Like who got your best interest? Like how much are you
How clutch are the people that say they you and who pretending?
How tough is your skin when they you in, do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you when dusting your shoulders from being offended
What of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, or your mind when it's mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you be like Nelson
You wanna walk in in his shoes but you seldom
You wanna be remembered delivered the message
That considered the blessing of everyone, this lesson for everyone, say

shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
Want you to your left and right, make sure you ask you friends
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

The voice of Mandela, hope flows they propel it
Let my be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room for mistakes and
And if you ridin' with me

I been wrote off before, I got abandonment
I grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson
I went to Robben's analyzing, that's where his cell is
So I could clarity, like how much you cherish me
Is relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?
See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats,
Trees, plants, grass, how the wind
Law, generation X, will I ever be your ex?
Floss off a step, mobbed by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under
Crawled under rocks, y'all, it's respect
But tomorrow, put my back against the wall
How many leaders you said you needed left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Red?
Is it Luther, JFK, shooter you assassin
Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Jackson, oh

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he those kids?
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows propel it
Let my word be your earth and you consume every message
As I lead army make room for mistakes and depression
And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question

I you was conflicted
Misusing your
I did the same
Abusing my power, of resentment
Resentment that into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in the hotel
I didn't wanna self
The of Lucy was all around me
So I went running for
I came home
But that didn't stop guilt
Going back and forth to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved ones was the continuous war back in the city
I was a new one
A war that was on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the and tell the homies what I learned
The was respect
Just because you wore a different gang color than
Doesn't I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused other in these streets
If I you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us
But I don't know, I'm no man, maybe I'm just another nigga

and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call another nigga but, it ain't a poem,
I just like it's something you probably could relate to.
Other than that, now I finally got a chance to holla at you,
I always wanted to ask you about a certain
About a actually, you spoke on the ground.
What you mean 'bout that, what the ground

The ground is open up and swallow the evil.
how I see it, my word is bond.
I see and the ground is the symbol for the people,
The poor people is open up this whole world
And swallow up the people.
'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat, gonna be so appetizing,
You what I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor gonna be so poor and
You know what I'm it's gonna be like
There might be some cannibalism out this mutha, they eat the rich

Aight so let me ask you then,
Do you see yourself as that's rich
Or somebody that made the best of their own

I see as a natural born hustler,
A hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin'
I took the opportunities, I worked at the most menial and job
And built up so I could get it to where I owned it.
I went having somebody manage me
To me hiring the person that works my company.
I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of years
You know I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.
I made millions for a lot of people now it's to make millions for myself,
You know I'm saying.
I made millions for the companies,
I made millions for movie companies, now I make millions for us

And through your avenues of success
How would you say you managed to keep a of sanity?

By my faith in God, by my in the game,
And by my faith in all good things come to those that true.
You know I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason
You what I'm saying, I was noticing,
I was punching the buttons and it was happening.
So it's no problem, you know I mean a problem but I'm not finna let them know.
I'm go straight through

you consider yourself a fighter at heart
Or somebody that only reacts when back is against the wall?

I like to think that at opportunity
ever been threatened with resistance it's been met with resistance.
And not me but it goes down my family tree.
You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight

Aight well, how long you think it before niggas be like,
We a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down

In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit strength
And that's right now while you a
While you still strong or while you wanna lift weights,
While you still wanna back.
once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of a man
Out of a man in this country.
And you wanna fight no more.
And if you don't believe me you can around,
You don't see no loud mouth old muthafuckas

That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy you left
I can truly you that there's nothing but turmoil goin' on
So I wanted to ask you what you is the future for me and my generation today?

I think that niggas is tired-a grabbin' out the stores
And next time it's a riot gonna be bloodshed for real
I don't think America can know
I think American think we was just playing and it's be some more playing
But it ain't be no playing.
It's gonna be murder, you what I'm saying,
It's gonna be Nat Turner, 1831, up in this muthafucka.
You know I'm saying, it's gonna happen

That's crazy man. In my opinion only hope that we have left
Is music and
Lotta people don't how important it is.
Sometimes I be like, get a mic
And I don't know what type of energy push out,
Or it comes from. Trip me out sometimes

Because the spirits, we ain't really
We just letting our dead homies stories for us

I to read one last thing to you.
actually something a good friend had wrote describing my world.
It

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it, in order to protect from this mad city
consuming its environment the caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but the butterfly
The butterfly the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar
But having a harsh outlook on life the sees the butterfly as weak
And out a way to pimp it to his own benefits
Already surrounded by this mad
The goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own
He's
When inside these walls certain ideas start to take roots
Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad
The
begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly light on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal
Although the butterfly and are completely different
are one and the same."

What's your on that?
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