Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you consume message
As I this army make room for mistakes 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)
When shit hit the fan, is you still a
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

The ghost of Mandela, 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 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 a fan?
Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask friends
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

Do you in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on
Would you know where the sermon is if I in this next line?
If I'm tried in a of law, if the industry 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 me on every blog
Want you to me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this

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 shit hit the fan, is you still a

The ghost of Mandela, hope my 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 that

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 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 being expired?
Even though you share the same is it worth the time?
Like who got best interest? Like how much are you dependent?
How are the people that say they love you and who pretending?
How is your skin when they turn you in, do you show 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 mind when it's mentioned?
You wanna like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson
You wanna walk in in his but you peace-making seldom
You wanna be that delivered the message
That considered the blessing of everyone, this lesson for everyone, say

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

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

I been wrote off before, I got abandonment
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, that's his cell is
So I could find clarity, like how much you 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 wind
Murphy's Law, X, will I ever be your ex?
Floss off a step, mobbed by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under
Crawled rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect
But then tomorrow, put my back the wall
How leaders you said you needed then 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, it's Jackson, oh

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

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let my word be your earth and moon you consume 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
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep
Found myself screaming in the hotel
I wanna self destruct
The evils of was all around me
So I went for answers
I came home
But that stop survivor's guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I
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 was based on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the and tell the homies what I learned
The word was
Just because you wore a different gang color than
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 respect you, we and stop the enemy from killing us
But I don't know, I'm no 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 something you probably could relate to.
Other than that, now that I finally got a to holla at you,
I always wanted to ask you about a situa
About a metaphor actually, you on the ground.
What you mean 'bout that, what the represent?

The ground is gonna open up and 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 up this whole world
And swallow up the people.
'Cause the people gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing,
You what I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor gonna be so poor and
You know what I'm saying 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 that made the of their own opportunities?

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

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

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

I like to think that at 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, in my veins to fight back

Aight well, how you think it take 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 maximum
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 take the heart and soul out of a man
Out of a black man in country.
And you don't wanna no more.
And if you believe me you can look around,
You don't see no mouth 30-year old muthafuckas

That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the you left behind
I can truly tell you that 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' shit out the
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 just and it's gonna be some more playing
But it gonna be no playing.
It's gonna be murder, you know I'm saying,
It's gonna be Nat Turner, 1831, up in this muthafucka.
You know what I'm saying, it's happen

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

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

I wanted to read one last to you.
It's 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 its environment the caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive
One thing it is how much the world shuns him, but praises 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 figures out a way to pimp it to his own
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 walls certain ideas start to take roots
Such as going home, and bringing new concepts to this mad city
The
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly light on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal
the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different
are one and the same."

What's your on that?
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