Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

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

The of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it
Let these be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I this army make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said my nigga, let me ask 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 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 where the 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, plant in my car
Would you me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my and degrade 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 song is more than a song, surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til ask you this question:

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

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

Do you believe in me? How you believe in her?
You think she stick 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 promise to be the
Can you be immortalized without life being expired?
though you share the same blood is it worth the time?
Like who got your best Like how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say love you and who pretending?
How is your skin when they turn you in, do you show forgiveness?
What do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended
kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing
What kind of bridge did burn, revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like
You wanna walk in in his but you peace-making seldom
You wanna be remembered that the message
That considered the blessing of everyone, this your for everyone, say

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

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

I been off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me you
That's not Nelson-like, want you to me like Nelson
I went to Robben's Island analyzing, where his cell is
So I could 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 blow
Murphy's Law, generation X, I ever be your ex?
Floss off a baby step, mobbed by the a bit
Pause, put me under
Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's
But then tomorrow, put my back the wall
How many leaders you you needed then left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Huey or Detroit 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 still a
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
That nigga gave us Jean, you say he touched those kids?
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

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

I you was conflicted
your influence
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, full of
that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in the hotel
I wanna self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I running for answers
Until I 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 while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the
I was a new one
A war was based on apartheid and discrimination
me wanna go back to the city 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 other in streets
If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy killing us
But I know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga

Shit and all I wrote
I was gonna another nigga but, it ain't really a poem,
I just felt like something you probably could relate to.
than that, now that 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 'bout that, what the ground represent?

The ground is gonna up and swallow the evil.
how I see it, my word is bond.
I see and the ground is the for the poor people,
The poor people is gonna open up this world
And up the rich 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 poor and
You know I'm saying it's gonna be like
There might be some cannibalism out mutha, they might eat the rich

so let me ask you this then,
Do you see yourself as somebody that's
Or somebody that made the of their 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 and degrading job
And built myself up so I could get it to where I it.
I went from having manage me
To me hiring the that works my management company.
I changed everything I my destiny in a matter of five years
You know what I'm saying I myself a millionaire.
I made millions for a lot of people now 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 would you say you managed to keep a 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 what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason
You what I'm saying, I was noticing,
I was the right 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 finna go straight

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

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

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 have 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's right now while you a
While you still or while you still wanna lift weights,
While you still wanna back.
'Cause once you turn 30 it's like they 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 me you can look around,
You don't see no loud mouth 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 what you think is the future for me and my today?

I think that niggas is tired-a grabbin' out the stores
And next time it's a riot there's be bloodshed for real
I think America 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 be murder, you know what I'm saying,
It's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in muthafucka.
You know what I'm saying, gonna happen

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

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

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

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the that conceived it
Its only job is to eat or consume around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment the caterpillar begins to ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but praises the
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the
But having a harsh outlook on the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
And out a way to pimp it to his own benefits
surrounded by this mad city
The goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own
trapped
When inside 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, the cycle of feeling stagnant
free, the butterfly sheds light 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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