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The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they it
Let words be your earth and moon you consume every 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 a fan?
When 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 flows they it
Let these be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room for mistakes and
And with 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?
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?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it to be?
Is your smile on permanent? Is vow on lifetime?
Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this line?
If I'm in a court of law, if the industry cut me off
If the want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my character and me on every blog
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me Nelson
I freed you from a slave in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you 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
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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

Do you in me? How much you believe in her?
You think she gon' around if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you behind bars hurt?
You think y'all on ground if you promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without life being expired?
Even though you share the same blood is it the time?
Like who got your best Like how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say they you and who pretending?
How tough is your skin when they turn you in, do you forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when dusting 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 mind when it's mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you be like Nelson
You wanna walk in in his shoes but you seldom
You wanna be remembered that the message
That the blessing of everyone, this your lesson for everyone, say

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

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

I wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like
I went to Island analyzing, that's where his cell is
So I find clarity, like 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 ever be 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 against the
How many leaders you said you then left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Martin Luther, JFK, you assassin
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 Billie Jean, you say he touched those
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they it
Let my word be your earth and moon you 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
your influence
Sometimes I did the
my power, full of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep
Found myself screaming in the room
I didn't wanna destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I went for answers
Until I home
But didn't stop survivor's guilt
Going and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved ones was 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 city and tell the homies I learned
The word was
Just because you wore a gang color than mines
Doesn't mean I can't you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused other in these streets
If I respect you, we and stop the enemy from killing us
But I know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another nigga

Shit and that's all I
I was gonna call another nigga but, it really a poem,
I just felt like it's something you probably relate to.
Other than that, now that I finally got a to holla at you,
I always wanted to ask you about a situa
About a metaphor actually, you on the ground.
you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?

The is gonna 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 gonna 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 gonna be so and hungry
You know I'm saying it's gonna be like
There might be some cannibalism out this mutha, they eat the rich

so let me ask you this then,
Do you see yourself as somebody rich
Or that made the best of their own opportunities?

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

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

By my in God, by my faith in the game,
And by my faith in all good things come to those 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 go straight through

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

I to think that at every opportunity
ever been 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 veins to fight

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 country a black man have like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's now while you a teenager
you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,
While you still wanna back.
'Cause once you turn 30 it's like 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 believe me you can look around,
You don't see no mouth 30-year old muthafuckas

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

I think niggas is tired-a grabbin' 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 playing and it's gonna be some more
But it ain't be no playing.
It's gonna be murder, you 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 hope that we kinda have left
Is music and
Lotta don't understand how important it is.
I be like, get behind a mic
And I don't know what type of I'mma push out,
Or it comes from. Trip me out sometimes

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

I wanted to 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 everything it, in order to protect itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment the caterpillar begins to notice ways to
One thing it is how much the world shuns him, but praises the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the
But having a outlook on life the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
And out a way to pimp 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 past his own
He's
When trapped inside these walls certain ideas start to take
Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to mad city
The
Wings to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on
the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the and caterpillar are completely different
are one and the same."

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