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

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 shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

The of Mandela, hope my flows 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 with that being said my nigga, let me ask question

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

Do you believe in me? Are you me?
Could I let you easily, is your heart where it need to be?
Is smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?
Would you know 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 want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a 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 like
I you from being a slave 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 question:

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

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 room for mistakes and depression
And that

Do you believe in me? How much you believe in
You think she gon' stick around if them 25 occur?
You he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?
You y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first?
Can you be without your life being expired?
Even you share the same blood is it worth the time?
Like who got your best interest? Like how much are you
How clutch are the people that say love you and who pretending?
How tough is your skin they turn you in, do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you when dusting your shoulders from being offended
What kind of den did they put you in the lions start hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or your mind when mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be Nelson
You walk in in his shoes but you peace-making seldom
You wanna be that delivered 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 and right, make sure you ask you friends
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

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

I been wrote off before, I got issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like, want you to me like Nelson
I to Robben's Island analyzing, that's where his cell is
So I find 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?
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 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 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, hope my they propel it
Let my word be your earth and moon you every message
As I lead this army make for mistakes and depression
And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask question nigga

I remember you was
your influence
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep
Found screaming in the hotel room
I wanna self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I running for answers
Until I came
But that didn't 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 was fighting the continuous war back in the city
I was a new one
A war that was based on and discrimination
Made me go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned
The was respect
Just because you a different gang color than mines
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 respect you, we and stop the enemy from killing us
But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another

Shit and that's all I
I was gonna another nigga but, it ain't really a poem,
I just felt it's something you probably could relate to.
than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,
I always wanted to ask you a certain situa
About a actually, you spoke on the ground.
What you mean 'bout that, the ground represent?

The ground is gonna up and swallow 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 up the rich 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 I'm saying it's gonna be like
There might be some out this mutha, they might eat the rich

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

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

And through your different 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 come to those that 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 the right buttons and it was happening.
So no problem, you know I mean 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 reacts when they is against the wall?

I like to think at every opportunity
I've ever been threatened with it's been met with resistance.
And not only me but it goes down my tree.
You know what I'm saying, in my veins 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 country a black man only have like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And right now while you a teenager
While you still or while you still wanna lift weights,
While you still 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 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 being one of your offspring of the legacy you behind
I can truly tell you 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 niggas is tired-a grabbin' shit out the stores
And next time it's a riot there's gonna be bloodshed for
I don't America can know that
I think American think we was just playing and it's be some more playing
But it gonna be no playing.
It's be murder, you know what I'm saying,
It's gonna be Nat Turner, 1831, up in this muthafucka.
You know I'm saying, it's gonna happen

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

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

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

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets 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 begins to notice ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how the world shuns him, but praises the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty the caterpillar
But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to pimp it to his own
surrounded by this mad city
The caterpillar goes to on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see his own thoughts
He's
When trapped these walls certain ideas start to take roots
Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad
The
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling
free, the butterfly sheds light on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal
Although the butterfly and are completely different
are one and the same."

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