Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

The ghost of Mandela, hope my they propel it
Let these words be your earth and you consume every message
As I lead army make room for mistakes and depression
And with 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 shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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

shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Want you look to your and right, make 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 know 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 want me dead, cocaine 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 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 more than a song, it's a blessing
But a prophet ain't a til they ask you this 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 words be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room for mistakes and
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 down when you down behind hurt?
You y'all on common 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?
Like who got your best interest? how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say they love you and who
How is your skin when they turn you in, do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders being offended
What kind of den did put you in when the lions start hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or your mind when it's
You wanna like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson
You wanna walk in in his 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 shit hit the fan, is you 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, these flows they propel it
Let my be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I this army make room for mistakes and depression
And if you ridin' me nigga

I wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me Nelson
I went to Robben's Island analyzing, that's where his 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 wind
Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be ex?
Floss off a baby step, mobbed by the 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 said you needed then '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 still a
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

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

I remember you was
your influence
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, of resentment
Resentment that turned into a depression
Found myself in the hotel room
I wanna self destruct
The evils of was all around me
So I went for answers
Until I came
But that stop survivor's guilt
Going back and forth 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
Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I
The word was
Just you wore a different gang color than mines
mean I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we each other in these streets
If I respect you, we unify and stop the from killing us
But I know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga

and that's all I wrote
I was call another nigga but, it ain't really a poem,
I just felt like it's something you could relate to.
Other than that, now I finally got a chance to holla at you,
I wanted to ask you about a certain situa
About a actually, you spoke on the ground.
What you mean 'bout that, what the 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 symbol for the people,
The poor people is gonna open up whole world
And swallow up the people.
'Cause the rich people 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 it's gonna be like
There might be cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich

so let me ask you this then,
Do you see yourself as somebody rich
Or somebody that made the best of 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 worked at the most menial and job
And built myself up so I get it to where I owned it.
I from having somebody manage me
To me hiring the person works my management company.
I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of years
You what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.
I made millions for a lot of people now it's to make millions for myself,
You what I'm saying.
I made millions for the companies,
I made millions for these movie companies, now I make for us

And through different avenues of success
How you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?

By my in God, by my faith in the game,
And by my faith in all things come to those that stay true.
You know 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 it's no problem, you know I mean it's a but I'm not finna let them know.
I'm go straight through

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

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

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 country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's right now you a teenager
While you still strong or while you still wanna weights,
you still wanna shoot back.
'Cause 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 don't wanna no more.
And if you don't believe me you can around,
You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old

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

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

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

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

I wanted to read one last to you.
It's actually something a good 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 order to protect itself from this mad
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 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 figures out a way to pimp it to his own
Already by this mad city
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon which him
He can no longer see his own thoughts
He's
When inside these walls certain ideas start to take roots
Such as home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city
The
begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly sheds on situations
the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely
are one and the same."

What's perspective on that?
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