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 make for mistakes and depression
And that being said my nigga, let me ask this question

When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
When shit hit the fan, is you still a
When 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 with that said my nigga, let me ask 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 your friends
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

Do you in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart it need to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is vow on lifetime?
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 me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or my character and degrade me on every blog
Want you to love me Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very
You tell me my song is more a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet a prophet til they ask you this question:

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
shit 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 army room for mistakes and depression
And that

Do you believe in me? How much you 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 your life being
Even though you share the same is it worth the time?
who got your best interest? Like how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say they love you and who
How tough is your skin when they you in, do you show forgiveness?
brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended
What kind of den did they put you in when the lions hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or your mind it's mentioned?
You wanna 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 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 shit hit the fan, is you still a

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

I been wrote off before, I got issues
I hold like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like, want you to me like Nelson
I went to Island analyzing, that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity, how much you cherish me
Is relationship a fake 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
Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's
But then tomorrow, put my back the wall
How leaders you said 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

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

The ghost of Mandela, my 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, let me ask this question nigga

I you was conflicted
your influence
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, of resentment
Resentment that turned a deep depression
myself screaming in the hotel room
I didn't self destruct
The evils of was all around me
So I running for answers
Until I came
But that stop survivor's guilt
back 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 that was based on apartheid and
Made me wanna go back to the city and the homies what I learned
The was respect
Just because you wore a different gang than mines
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 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 gonna call another 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 that, what the ground represent?

The ground is gonna open up and the evil.
how I see it, my word is bond.
I see and the is the symbol for the poor people,
The poor people is gonna open up this world
And swallow up the people.
'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat, gonna be so appetizing,
You know I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor gonna be so and hungry
You know what I'm saying 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 that made the best of their own opportunities?

I see myself as a born hustler,
A true hustler in every sense of the word. I nothin'
I took the opportunities, I worked at the most and degrading job
And built myself up so I get it to where I owned it.
I from having somebody manage me
To me the person that works my management company.
I changed I realized my destiny in a matter of five years
You what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.
I made for a lot of people now it's time to make millions for myself,
You what I'm saying.
I made millions for the companies,
I made for these movie companies, now I make millions for us

And your different avenues of success
How would you say you managed to a level of sanity?

By my in God, by my faith in the game,
And by my faith in all good things to those that stay true.
You know I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason
You know I'm saying, I was noticing,
I was punching the buttons and it was happening.
So it's no problem, you know I it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know.
I'm finna go through

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

I like to that at every opportunity
I've ever been threatened with 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 fighting a war I win and I wanna lay it all down

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

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

I think that niggas is tired-a shit 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 and it's gonna be some more playing
But it gonna 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 what I'm saying, it's happen

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

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

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

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets 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 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 sees the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to it to his own benefits
Already surrounded by this mad
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon institutionalizes him
He can no see past his own thoughts
trapped
When inside these walls certain ideas start to take roots
as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city
The
begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the sheds light on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, ending the struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely
are one and the same."

What's perspective on that?
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