Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

The ghost of Mandela, my flows they propel it
Let these words be earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this make room for mistakes 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 shit hit the fan, is you still a
When shit hit the fan, is you still a

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

shit 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 your friends
shit 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 your smile on Is your 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 government want me dead, plant in my car
Would you me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or question my and degrade me on every blog
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me Nelson
I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very
You tell me my is more than a song, it's surely a blessing
But a prophet ain't a prophet til ask you 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 you ask you friends
shit 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 and depression
And with

Do you believe in me? How much you in her?
You think she stick around if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars
You think on common ground if you promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without your life being
Even though you share the same blood is it the time?
Like who got your best interest? Like how much are you
How are the people that say they love you and who pretending?
How tough is your skin when they turn you in, do you show
What brush do you bend dusting your shoulders from being offended
What kind of den did they put you in the lions start hissing
kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like
You wanna walk in in his shoes but you seldom
You wanna be remembered that delivered the
That considered the blessing of everyone, this your for everyone, say

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

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

I been wrote off before, I got abandonment
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 Robben's Island analyzing, that's where his is
So I find clarity, like how much you cherish me
Is this relationship a fake or real as the 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 step, mobbed by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under
Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's
But tomorrow, put my back against the wall
How many you said you needed then left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit
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 a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
That gave us Billie 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 be your earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army make room for mistakes and
And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this nigga

I you was conflicted
your influence
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, full of
that turned into a deep depression
Found screaming in the hotel room
I didn't wanna destruct
The evils of was all around me
So I went running for
I came home
But that didn't stop survivor's
Going back and forth trying to convince myself the I earned
Or how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved ones was fighting the continuous war back in the
I was a new one
A war was based on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the city and the homies what I learned
The word was
Just you wore a different gang color than mines
Doesn't I can't respect you as a black man
all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets
If I respect you, we unify and stop the enemy killing us
But I don't know, I'm no mortal man, maybe I'm just another

and that's all I wrote
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 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.
What you mean 'bout that, what the ground

The is gonna open 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 up this whole world
And swallow up the people.
'Cause the people gonna 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 be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich

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

I see myself as a born hustler,
A true hustler in every of the word. I took nothin'
I took the opportunities, I at the most menial and degrading job
And built myself up so I get it to where I owned it.
I went from somebody manage me
To me hiring the that works my management company.
I everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years
You know what I'm saying I made 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 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 in all good things come to those that stay true.
You know what I'm saying, and it was to me for a reason
You know I'm saying, I was noticing,
I was punching the right 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 straight

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

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

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

In this country a black man only have like 5 years we can maximum strength
And right now while you a teenager
While you still strong or while you still 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 wanna fight no more.
And if you don't me you can look around,
You don't see no loud 30-year old muthafuckas

That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the you left behind
I can truly tell you that nothing but turmoil 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 America can know that
I think American think we was playing and it's gonna be some more playing
But it ain't be no playing.
It's gonna be murder, you what I'm saying,
gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831, up in this muthafucka.
You know what I'm saying, it's gonna

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

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

I wanted to one last thing to you.
It's actually 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 to protect itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment the begins 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 beauty within the
But having a harsh on life the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to pimp it to his own
Already surrounded by mad city
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
begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly light on situations
That the caterpillar never considered, ending the struggle
Although the and caterpillar are completely different
are one and the same."

What's your on that?
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