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

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

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

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

Do you believe in me? Are you me?
Could I let you down easily, is heart where it need to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on
Would you know where the is if I died in this next line?
If I'm tried in a of law, if the industry cut me off
If the want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my character and degrade me on blog
Want you to love me Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your mind, very welcome
You tell me my song is more a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til ask you this question:

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

The of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you every message
As I lead army make room for mistakes and depression
And that

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

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

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

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

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

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

I you was conflicted
Misusing influence
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, of resentment
Resentment turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in the room
I wanna self destruct
The of Lucy was all around me
So I running for answers
I came home
But didn't stop survivor's guilt
Going back and forth trying to myself the stripes I earned
Or maybe how A-1 my was
But while my loved ones was fighting the war back in the city
I was a new one
A war that was based on and discrimination
me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned
The word was
Just because you wore a gang color than mines
Doesn't I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the and hurt we caused each other in these streets
If I respect you, we and stop the enemy from killing us
But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just nigga

and that's all I wrote
I was call another nigga but, it ain't really a poem,
I just felt it's something you probably could relate to.
Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to at you,
I wanted to ask you about a certain situa
About a metaphor actually, you 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 gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing,
You know I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor gonna be so and hungry
You know what I'm it's gonna be like
There might be some cannibalism out mutha, they might eat the rich

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

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

And your different avenues of success
How would you say you managed to keep a level of

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

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

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

Aight well, how long you think it take before 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 like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's right now you a teenager
While you still strong or you still wanna lift weights,
you still wanna shoot back.
'Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the and soul out of a man
Out of a black man in country.
And you don't wanna no more.
And if you don't me you can look around,
You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old

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

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

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

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

I wanted to read one last to you.
It's actually something a good friend had describing my world.
It

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

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