Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

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 room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this

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, my flows they propel it
Let these words be your 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 shit hit the fan, is you still a
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?
you know 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 want me dead, plant in my car
Would you me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my character and degrade me on every
Want you to love me Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're welcome
You me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you question:

When shit hit the fan, is you still a
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 ghost of Mandela, hope my they propel it
Let these words be 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 much you believe in
You think she gon' around if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you down behind 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 say they love you and who pretending?
How tough is your skin when they you in, do you show forgiveness?
brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended
What kind of den did they put you in the lions start hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or your mind when mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like
You wanna walk in in his shoes but you peace-making
You wanna be remembered that the message
That considered the blessing of everyone, this lesson for everyone, say

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

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

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

shit hit the fan, is you still 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 still a

The ghost of Mandela, my 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 riding me nigga, let me ask this question nigga

I remember you was
Misusing your
I did the same
Abusing my power, full of
that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in the hotel
I wanna self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I running for answers
Until I came
But that didn't stop guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince the stripes I earned
Or maybe how A-1 my was
But my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city
I was a new one
A war that was based on and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the city and the homies what I learned
The word was
Just you wore a different gang color than mines
Doesn't mean I can't you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each in these streets
If I you, we unify and stop the enemy from killing us
But I know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga

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

The is gonna open up and swallow the evil.
That's how I see it, my is bond.
I see and the ground is the for the poor people,
The poor is gonna open up this whole world
And swallow up the people.
'Cause the rich people be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing,
You know I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor gonna be so and hungry
You know I'm saying 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 somebody made the best of their own opportunities?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's crazy, because me being one of your of the legacy you left behind
I can truly tell you that there's but turmoil goin' on
So I wanted to ask you what you think is the future for me and my today?

I think niggas is tired-a grabbin' shit out the stores
And next time it's a riot there's be bloodshed for real
I don't think America can that
I think American think we was 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 like Nat Turner, 1831, up in muthafucka.
You know what I'm saying, it's gonna

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

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

I wanted to one last thing to you.
It's actually a good friend had wrote describing 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 protect from this mad city
While consuming its the caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the shuns him, but praises the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty the caterpillar
But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to pimp it to his own
Already surrounded by this mad
The caterpillar goes to work on the which 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 back new concepts to mad city
The
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on
That the caterpillar never considered, ending the struggle
Although the butterfly and are completely different
are one and the same."

What's your on that?
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