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The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they it
Let these words be your earth and moon you consume message
As I lead this army make for mistakes and depression
And that being said my nigga, let me ask this 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?
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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 make room for and depression
And with being said my nigga, let me ask 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, sure you ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

Do you in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your where it need to be?
Is your on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?
Would you where the sermon is if I died in this next line?
If I'm in a court of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my character and me on every blog
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me Nelson
I freed you from being a in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more a song, it's surely a blessing
But a ain't a prophet til they ask you 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 you friends
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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

Do you in me? How much you believe in her?
You think she gon' stick if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you when you down behind bars hurt?
You think y'all on ground if you promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized your life being expired?
Even though you share the same is it worth the time?
who got your best interest? Like how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say they love you and who
How tough is your skin when turn you in, do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from offended
What kind of den did they put you in when the start hissing
What kind of bridge did burn, revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?
You wanna love Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson
You wanna in in his shoes but you peace-making seldom
You wanna be remembered delivered the message
considered the blessing of everyone, this your lesson for everyone, say

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

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

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

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

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

I remember you was
Misusing influence
I did the same
Abusing my power, of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep
Found myself in the hotel room
I didn't self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I went for answers
I came home
But that didn't survivor's guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I
Or maybe how A-1 my was
But while my ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city
I was a new one
A war was based on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I
The was respect
Just because you wore a gang color than mines
Doesn't mean I can't you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in streets
If I respect you, we unify and stop the 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 like something you probably could relate to.
than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,
I always to ask you about a certain situa
About a metaphor actually, you on the ground.
What you mean 'bout that, what the represent?

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

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

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 and degrading job
And built myself up so I could get it to where I it.
I from having somebody manage me
To me hiring the person that my management company.
I changed everything I realized my destiny in a of five years
You know what I'm saying I made 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 for the record companies,
I made millions for these companies, now I make millions for us

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

By my faith in God, by my in the game,
And by my faith in all good things come to those stay true.
You know I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason
You know I'm saying, I was noticing,
I was punching the 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 finna go through

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

I like to that at every opportunity
ever been threatened with resistance it's been met with resistance.
And not only me but it goes 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 a war, I'm fighting a war I can't 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
While you still strong or while you wanna lift weights,
While you still shoot back.
'Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and out of a man
Out of a man in this country.
And you don't fight no more.
And if you believe me you can look around,
You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old

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

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

That's crazy man. In my opinion only hope that we have left
Is and vibrations
Lotta people understand 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 comes from. Trip me out

Because the spirits, we really rappin'
We just letting our homies tell stories for us

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

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets conceived it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it, in order to itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment the caterpillar to notice ways to survive
One it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but praises the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the
But having a outlook on life the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to it to his own benefits
surrounded by this mad city
The caterpillar goes to work on the which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own
He's
When trapped inside these walls certain start to take roots
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 sheds light on
the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are different
are one and the same."

What's your on that?
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