Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

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

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

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these words be 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 shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a
Want you look to left and right, make sure you ask your friends
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

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 your vow on
Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next
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 character and degrade me on every
Want you to me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in mind, you're very welcome
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?
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask you
shit 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 army make room for mistakes and depression
And with

Do you believe in me? How you believe in her?
You think she gon' stick around if them 25 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 you share the same blood 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 is your skin when they turn you in, do you show forgiveness?
What do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended
What kind of den did 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 Nelson
You walk in in his shoes but you peace-making seldom
You wanna be remembered delivered the message
considered the blessing of everyone, this your lesson for everyone, say

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

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

I wrote 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 Island analyzing, that's 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 wind
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 rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect
But then tomorrow, put my back against the
How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for
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 us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

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

I you was conflicted
Misusing influence
I did the same
Abusing my power, full of
Resentment turned into a deep depression
Found screaming in the hotel room
I didn't wanna self
The evils of was all around me
So I went for answers
Until I home
But that didn't survivor's guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince myself the 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 based on and discrimination
me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned
The was respect
Just because you wore a different gang color mines
mean I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these
If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy from us
But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another

and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call another nigga but, it ain't a poem,
I just like it's something you probably could relate to.
Other than that, now I finally got a chance to holla at you,
I always wanted to ask you about a certain
About a actually, you spoke on the ground.
What you 'bout 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 ground is the for the poor people,
The poor people is open up this whole world
And up the rich people.
'Cause the rich gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing,
You know I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor be so poor and hungry
You know what I'm saying it's be like
There might be some cannibalism out this mutha, might eat the rich

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

I see myself as a natural 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 could get it to where I it.
I went from somebody manage me
To me the person that works my management company.
I changed everything I realized my destiny in a of five years
You know what I'm saying I made a millionaire.
I made millions for a lot of people now time to make millions for myself,
You what I'm saying.
I made millions for the companies,
I millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us

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

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

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

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

Aight well, how you think it take before niggas be like,
We fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win and I lay it all down

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

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

I think that is tired-a grabbin' shit 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 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 have left
Is and vibrations
Lotta people don't understand how it is.
Sometimes I be like, get a mic
And I don't know what type of energy push out,
Or where it comes from. Trip me out

Because the spirits, we really rappin'
We just letting our dead homies tell for us

I wanted to one last thing to you.
It's actually something a good friend had wrote 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 environment the caterpillar to notice ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the within the caterpillar
But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar the butterfly as weak
And out a way to pimp it to his own benefits
Already surrounded by this mad
The caterpillar goes to on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no see past his own thoughts
trapped
When trapped 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, breaking the cycle of feeling
Finally free, the butterfly light on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, ending the struggle
the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different
are one and the same."

What's your on that?
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