Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

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

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

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

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

Do you believe in me? Are you me?
I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?
Is your smile on Is your vow on lifetime?
Would you know where the sermon is if I in this next line?
If I'm tried in a of law, if the industry 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 blog
Want you to love me Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in mind, you're very welcome
You me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet a prophet til they ask you 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 you friends
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

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

Do you in me? How much you believe in her?
You think she gon' stick if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you down bars hurt?
You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the
Can you be immortalized without your life expired?
Even though you share the same blood is it the time?
Like who got your best interest? Like how are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say they love you and who
How tough is your when they turn you in, do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from offended
What kind of den did they put you in the lions start hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or mind when it's mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be Nelson
You wanna in in his shoes but you peace-making seldom
You be remembered 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 left and right, 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 be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room for and depression
And if you ridin' me nigga

I been wrote off before, I got issues
I hold grudges bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like, you to love me like Nelson
I to Robben's Island analyzing, that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity, like how much you me
Is this relationship a 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, generation X, I ever be your ex?
Floss off a baby step, by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me stress
Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's
But tomorrow, put my back against the wall
How many leaders you said you needed then '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, it's Jackson, oh

When shit hit the fan, is you still a
shit hit the fan, is you still 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, hope my flows they it
Let my word be your and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room for and depression
And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this nigga

I remember you was
Misusing your
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, full of
Resentment that turned into a deep
myself screaming in the hotel room
I didn't self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I went running for
I came home
But that didn't stop survivor's
Going back and trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
Or maybe how A-1 my was
But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war in the city
I was a new one
A war that was on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the and tell 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 each other in these streets
If I respect you, we unify and stop the 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 something you could relate to.
Other than that, now I finally got a chance to holla at you,
I always to ask you about a certain situa
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.
That's how I see it, my is bond.
I see and the ground is the symbol for the people,
The poor people is gonna open up whole world
And up the rich people.
'Cause the rich people be so fat, they 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
There might be some out this mutha, they might eat the rich

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

I see myself as a natural hustler,
A hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin'
I took the opportunities, I worked at the menial and degrading job
And built myself up so I could get it to where I it.
I went from having manage me
To me hiring the that works my management company.
I changed I realized my destiny in a matter of five years
You know what I'm saying I myself a millionaire.
I made millions for a lot of people now it's 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 different avenues of success
How you say you managed 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 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 yourself a fighter at heart
Or somebody that reacts when they back is against the wall?

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

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

In this country a man only have like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's right now you a teenager
While you still strong or while you wanna lift weights,
you still wanna shoot back.
'Cause once you turn 30 it's like they 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 believe me you can around,
You see no loud mouth 30-year 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 what you think is the future for me and my generation

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

crazy man. In my opinion only 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 energy push out,
Or where it comes from. me out sometimes

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

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

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that it
Its job is to eat or consume everything around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city
consuming its environment the caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive
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 figures out a way to it to his own benefits
Already by this mad city
The goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see his own thoughts
trapped
When trapped inside these walls certain ideas start to roots
Such as going home, and bringing back new to this mad city
The
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling
Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on
That the caterpillar never considered, ending the struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are completely
are one and the same."

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