Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

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

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

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

Do you believe in me? Are you me?
Could I let you down easily, is your where it need 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 tried in a of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government want me dead, plant 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 freed you from a slave in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a ain't 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 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 earth and moon you consume every
As I lead this army make for mistakes and depression
And with

Do you in me? How much you believe in her?
You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years
You think he can hold you down when you down bars hurt?
You think 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?
who got your best 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 show
What brush do you 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 they burn, revenge or your mind it's mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you be like Nelson
You wanna walk in in his shoes but you peace-making
You be remembered that delivered the message
That considered the blessing of everyone, this lesson for everyone, say

When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Want you look to left 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 army make room for mistakes and depression
And if you ridin' with me

I been wrote off before, I got issues
I hold grudges bad judges, don't let me resent 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 find clarity, like how much you 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 wind
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, respect
But then tomorrow, put my back the wall
How leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or 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 hit the fan, is you still a fan?
That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched kids?
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my 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 with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga

I remember you was
Misusing your
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, full of
Resentment turned into a deep depression
Found screaming in the hotel room
I wanna self destruct
The evils of was all around me
So I went for answers
Until I home
But that didn't stop survivor's
Going back and forth trying to myself the stripes I earned
Or how A-1 my foundation 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 city and the homies what I learned
The was respect
Just because you wore a different 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 unify and 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 another nigga but, it ain't really a poem,
I felt like it's something you probably could relate to.
Other than that, now I finally got a chance to holla at you,
I wanted to ask you about a certain situa
About a metaphor actually, you on the ground.
What you mean 'bout that, what the ground

The ground is open up and swallow the evil.
That's how I see it, my is bond.
I see and the ground is the for the poor people,
The poor people is gonna open up this world
And swallow up the 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 poor and
You know what I'm saying it's gonna be
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 rich
Or somebody that the best of their own opportunities?

I see myself as a natural hustler,
A true 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 somebody me
To me hiring the person works my management company.
I changed everything I realized my in a matter of five years
You know I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.
I made millions for a lot of people now time to make millions for myself,
You what I'm saying.
I millions for the record companies,
I made millions for these companies, now I make 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 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 know I mean it's a but I'm not finna let them know.
I'm go straight through

Would you 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 me but it goes down my family tree.
You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to back

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

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

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

I think that niggas is tired-a shit out the stores
And next time it's a riot there's gonna be 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 know I'm saying,
It's gonna be Nat Turner, 1831, up in this muthafucka.
You what I'm saying, it's gonna happen

That's crazy man. In my opinion only that we kinda have left
Is music and
Lotta people don't understand how 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. Trip me out

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

I wanted to read one last to you.
actually something a good friend had wrote 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 caterpillar to notice ways to survive
One thing it is how much the world shuns him, but praises the butterfly
The represents 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
Already surrounded by this mad
The goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own
He's
When trapped these walls certain ideas start to take roots
as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city
The
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of stagnant
Finally free, the sheds light on situations
the caterpillar never considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and are completely different
are one and the same."

What's your on that?
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