Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

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

When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
When 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 ghost of Mandela, hope my they propel it
Let these words be your and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army room for mistakes and depression
And that being said my nigga, let me ask this question

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your 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 heart it need to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is vow on lifetime?
you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?
If I'm tried in a court of law, if the cut me off
If the government want me dead, plant in my car
you judge me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my character and degrade me on every
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like
I freed you from being a in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is more a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this

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

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

Do you in me? How much you believe in her?
You think she gon' stick around if them 25 occur?
You think he can hold you down when you behind bars hurt?
You think on common ground if you promise to be the first?
Can you be without your life being expired?
Even though you share the blood is it worth the time?
Like who got your 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 forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders being offended
What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start
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 shoes but you peace-making
You wanna be that delivered the message
That considered the of everyone, this 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 and right, make sure you ask you friends
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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

I wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like, you to love me like Nelson
I went to Robben's Island analyzing, that's where his is
So I could find clarity, how much you cherish me
Is this a fake or real as the heavens be?
See I got to it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs
Trees, plants, grass, how the wind
Murphy's Law, X, will I ever be your ex?
Floss off a step, mobbed by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under
Crawled rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect
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 Newton or Red?
Is it Luther, JFK, shooter you assassin
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 gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they it
Let my word be 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
Misusing influence
I did the same
Abusing my power, full of
Resentment that into a deep depression
Found myself in the hotel room
I didn't wanna destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I went running for
Until I came
But that didn't stop guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I
Or how A-1 my foundation 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
Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the what I learned
The word was
Just because you wore a different gang color than
Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in streets
If I you, we unify and stop the enemy from 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 just felt like it's you probably could relate to.
Other than that, now that I finally got a to holla at you,
I always wanted to ask you about a certain
a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.
What you mean 'bout that, what the ground

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

I see as a natural born hustler,
A hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin'
I the opportunities, I worked at the most menial and degrading job
And built myself up so I get it to where I owned it.
I went from having manage me
To me hiring the that works my management company.
I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of years
You know what I'm saying I myself a millionaire.
I made 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 different avenues of success
How would you say you to keep 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 what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a
You know 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 go straight through

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

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

Aight well, how long you think it take niggas be like,
We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I 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 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 they take the heart and soul out of a man
Out of a man in this country.
And you don't fight no more.
And if you don't me you can look around,
You don't see no loud mouth old muthafuckas

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

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

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

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

I wanted to read one thing to you.
It's actually something a good friend had 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 protect itself from this mad
While consuming its environment the begins to notice ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but the butterfly
The butterfly the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty 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 institutionalizes him
He can no longer see his own thoughts
trapped
When trapped inside these walls certain ideas to take roots
Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to mad city
The
begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the sheds light on situations
That the never considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are different
are one and the same."

What's your on that?
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