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The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows 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 being said my nigga, let me ask question

shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When hit the fan (one two, one two)
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
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 consume message
As I lead army make 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?
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
Want you look to your left and right, make you ask your friends
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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

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

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

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

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Want you look to your 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 word be earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room for mistakes and
And if you ridin' me nigga

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

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

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

I you was conflicted
your influence
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, full of
Resentment turned into a deep depression
Found screaming in the hotel room
I didn't wanna self
The of Lucy was all around me
So I running for answers
Until I home
But that stop survivor's guilt
Going and forth trying to convince 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 apartheid and
me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned
The was respect
Just because you wore a different gang color than
mean I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these
If I you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us
But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, I'm just another nigga

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

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

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

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

And through different 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 that stay true.
You what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason
You what I'm saying, I was noticing,
I was punching the right and it was happening.
So no problem, you know I mean it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know.
I'm finna go straight

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

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

Aight well, how long you think it before niggas be like,
We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I win and I wanna lay it all down

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

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

I think that is tired-a grabbin' shit out the stores
And next it's a riot there's gonna be bloodshed for real
I don't think can know that
I American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some more playing
But it gonna 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 what I'm saying, it's gonna

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

the spirits, we ain't really rappin'
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 is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it, in to protect itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment the caterpillar begins to ways to survive
One thing it is how much the world shuns him, but praises the butterfly
The represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar
But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the as weak
And out a way to pimp it to his own benefits
surrounded by this mad city
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon institutionalizes him
He can no see past his own thoughts
trapped
When trapped inside these walls certain ideas start to take
Such as going home, and bringing new concepts to this mad city
The
begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly light on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and are completely different
are one and the same."

What's perspective on that?
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