Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every
As I lead this army 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)
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they it
Let these words be earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make for mistakes and depression
And with that being said my nigga, let me ask question

When shit hit the fan, is you still a
shit 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 believe in me? Are you me?
Could I let you down easily, is your where it need to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on
Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next
If I'm tried in a of law, if the industry cut me off
If the want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my character and degrade me on blog
Want you to me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this

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 a fan?

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

Do you believe in me? How you believe in her?
You she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?
You he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?
You think y'all on ground if you promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without life being expired?
though you share the same blood 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 tough is skin when they turn you in, do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when dusting shoulders from being offended
What kind of den did they put you in the lions start hissing
kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you be like Nelson
You wanna in in his shoes but you peace-making seldom
You wanna be remembered delivered the message
That considered the blessing of everyone, your lesson for everyone, say

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 you
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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' with me

I been 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, that's his cell is
So I could find clarity, how much you cherish me
Is this relationship a or real as the heavens be?
See I got to it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs
Trees, plants, grass, how the blow
Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be ex?
Floss off a baby step, mobbed by the a bit
Pause, put me under
under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect
But then tomorrow, put my back against the
How many leaders you you needed then left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther, JFK, 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 shit hit the fan, is you still a

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they it
Let my be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead 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
my power, full of resentment
Resentment that into a deep depression
Found myself in the hotel room
I didn't wanna self
The of Lucy was all around me
So I running for answers
I came home
But that didn't survivor's guilt
back and forth trying to convince myself 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 apartheid and
Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies I learned
The was respect
Just because you a different gang color than mines
Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a man
Forgetting all the pain and we caused each other in these streets
If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy killing us
But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just nigga

Shit and that's all I
I was call another nigga but, it ain't really a poem,
I felt like it's 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 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 is the symbol for the poor people,
The poor is gonna open up this whole world
And swallow up the people.
'Cause the rich gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing,
You what I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor gonna be so and hungry
You know what I'm saying it's gonna be
There might be some cannibalism out this mutha, 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 myself as a natural hustler,
A true hustler in every 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 somebody me
To me hiring the that works my management company.
I changed I realized my destiny in a matter of five years
You know 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 through your different avenues of
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 good things come to those 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 buttons 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

you consider yourself a fighter at heart
Or somebody that only when they back 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 goes down my tree.
You what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back

Aight well, how long you 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 maximum strength
And that's right now while you a
While you still strong or you still wanna lift weights,
you still wanna shoot back.
'Cause once you turn 30 it's 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 believe me you can look around,
You see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas

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

I think niggas is tired-a grabbin' shit out the stores
And next time it's a riot 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 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 what I'm saying, it's gonna happen

crazy man. In my opinion only hope that we kinda have left
Is music and
Lotta don't 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 from. Trip me out sometimes

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

I wanted to one last thing to you.
It's actually 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 it, in order to protect itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment the caterpillar begins to notice ways to
One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the within the caterpillar
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 cocoon which 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 back new concepts to this mad
The
Wings begin to emerge, the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly sheds on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal
Although the and caterpillar are completely different
are one and the same."

What's perspective on that?
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