Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

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

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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

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

Do you believe in me? Are you me?
I let you down easily, is your heart where it need 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 court of law, if the cut me off
If the government want me dead, cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a 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 your mind, you're welcome
You tell me my is more 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 your and right, make sure you ask you friends
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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

Do you believe in me? How much you believe in
You think she stick around if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars
You think y'all on common if you promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without life being expired?
Even you share the same blood is it worth the time?
Like who got your interest? Like how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say they you and who pretending?
How tough is your skin when turn you in, do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when your shoulders from being offended
What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start
What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or your mind when it's
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like
You wanna walk in in his but you peace-making seldom
You wanna be remembered delivered the message
That considered the blessing of everyone, this your for everyone, say

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

The voice of Mandela, hope these flows 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 ridin' me nigga

I been off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold like bad judges, don't let me resent you
not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson
I went to Robben's analyzing, that's where 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 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 left 'em for
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, it's Jackson, oh

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

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

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

Shit and all I wrote
I was gonna call another but, it ain't really a poem,
I just felt like it's something you probably relate to.
Other than that, now that I got a chance to holla at you,
I always wanted to ask you a certain situa
a metaphor 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 this whole
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 it's gonna be
There be some 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 hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin'
I took the opportunities, I worked at the menial and degrading job
And built up so I could get it to where I owned it.
I went from having somebody me
To me hiring the person that my management company.
I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of years
You know what I'm I made myself a millionaire.
I made millions for a lot of people now it's to make millions for myself,
You know I'm saying.
I millions for the record companies,
I made millions for these movie companies, now I make for us

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

By my faith in God, by my in the game,
And by my faith in all good things come to that stay true.
You know what I'm saying, and it was 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 know I mean it's a problem but I'm not finna let know.
I'm go straight through

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

I like to think that at every
I've ever been threatened 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 a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down

In this country a black man only like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's right now while you a
While you strong or while you still wanna lift weights,
While you wanna 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 don't wanna no more.
And if you don't 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 legacy you behind
I can truly tell you there's nothing but turmoil goin' on
So I wanted to ask you what you think is the future for me and my generation

I think that niggas is tired-a grabbin' out the stores
And next time it's a riot gonna be bloodshed for real
I don't think can know that
I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some more
But it ain't be no playing.
It's gonna be murder, you know I'm saying,
gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in this muthafucka.
You know what I'm saying, gonna happen

That's crazy man. In my opinion only hope that we kinda left
Is and vibrations
people don't 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 from. Trip me out sometimes

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

I wanted to read one thing to you.
It's actually something a 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 order to protect itself from mad city
While consuming its the caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive
One it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but praises the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the
But a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to it to his own benefits
Already surrounded by this mad
The caterpillar to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see his own thoughts
He's
When trapped inside these walls certain ideas start to take
as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city
The
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly sheds on situations
That the never considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are different
are one and the same."

What's perspective on that?
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