Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

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

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

The of Mandela, hope my flows they 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 said my nigga, let me ask this question

shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still 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 believe in me? Are you me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it to be?
Is your on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?
Would you know where the is if I died in this next line?
If I'm tried in a of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government 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 every
Want you to me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet a prophet til they ask you this question:

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

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you consume message
As I lead this make room 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 common ground if you to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without your being expired?
Even you share the same blood is it worth the time?
who got your best interest? Like how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say love you and who pretending?
How tough is your skin when they turn you in, do you show
What do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended
What kind of den did they put you in when the start hissing
What kind of did they burn, revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?
You love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson
You wanna walk in in his shoes but you seldom
You be remembered that delivered the message
That considered the of everyone, this your lesson for everyone, say

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

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

I been wrote off before, I got abandonment
I grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like, want you to me like Nelson
I to Robben's Island analyzing, that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity, like how 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, I ever be your ex?
off a baby step, mobbed by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me stress
under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect
But then tomorrow, put my back the wall
How many leaders you said you needed left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Red?
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 a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

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

I remember you was
Misusing your
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, full of
Resentment that into a deep depression
Found myself in the hotel room
I wanna self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I went for answers
Until I home
But that didn't stop survivor's
Going and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved ones was fighting the 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 I learned
The word was
Just because you wore a gang color than mines
Doesn't 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 enemy from us
But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, I'm just another nigga

Shit and that's all I
I was gonna call nigga but, it ain't really a poem,
I just felt like it's something you could 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 metaphor actually, you on the ground.
What you mean 'bout that, what the ground

The ground is 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 people is open up this whole world
And up the rich people.
the rich people gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing,
You what I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor be so poor and hungry
You know what I'm saying gonna be like
might be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich

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

I see as a natural born hustler,
A true 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 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 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 made millions for the companies,
I made millions for these companies, now I make millions for us

And through your 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 things come to those that stay true.
You what 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 no problem, you know I mean it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know.
I'm go straight through

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

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

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

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

I think that niggas is grabbin' shit out the stores
And next time it's a riot gonna be bloodshed for real
I think America can know that
I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be more playing
But it gonna be no playing.
gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying,
It's be like 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 that we kinda left
Is and vibrations
Lotta people don't how important it is.
I be like, get behind a mic
And I don't know what of energy I'mma push out,
Or where it from. Trip me out sometimes

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

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

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the that conceived it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it, in order to itself from this mad city
While consuming its the caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty 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
surrounded by this mad city
The goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see his own thoughts
trapped
When trapped these walls certain ideas start to take roots
Such as going home, and back new concepts to this mad city
The
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling
Finally free, the butterfly light on situations
That the never considered, ending the eternal struggle
the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different
are one and the same."

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