Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

The ghost of Mandela, hope my they propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you consume 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 still a
shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
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 every message
As I lead this army room for mistakes and depression
And that being said my nigga, let me ask 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 you ask your friends
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?

Do you in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart it need to be?
Is your smile on Is your vow on lifetime?
Would you know where the sermon is if I died in next line?
If I'm in a court of law, if the industry cut me off
If the want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you me a drug kid or see me as K. Lamar
Or my character and degrade me on every blog
Want you to love me Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson
I freed you from being a in your mind, you're very welcome
You tell me my song is than 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 hit the fan, is you still 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, hope my flows propel it
Let these words be earth and moon you consume every message
As I lead this army room for mistakes 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 hurt?
You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the
Can you be without your life being expired?
though you share the same blood is it worth the time?
Like who got your interest? Like how much are you dependent?
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 when the start hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or your mind it's mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like
You wanna walk in in his but you peace-making seldom
You wanna be remembered delivered the message
considered the blessing of everyone, this your lesson for everyone, say

When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?
When shit hit the fan, is you 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 of Mandela, hope these flows they propel it
Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every
As I lead this make room for mistakes and depression
And if you ridin' me nigga

I been wrote off before, I got abandonment
I grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you
not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson
I went to Robben's Island analyzing, that's his cell is
So I could find clarity, like how you cherish me
Is this relationship a fake or real as the be?
See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats,
Trees, plants, grass, how the wind
Murphy's Law, X, will I ever be your ex?
Floss off a 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 the wall
How many you said you needed then left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Red?
Is it Luther, JFK, shooter you assassin
Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, Michael Jackson, oh

When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?
That nigga gave us Jean, you say he touched those kids?
When hit the fan, is you still a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they it
Let my word be your earth and 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 remember you was
Misusing your
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, of resentment
Resentment that turned a deep depression
Found myself in the hotel room
I didn't self destruct
The evils of Lucy was all me
So I went running for
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 ones was fighting the continuous war back in the city
I was a new one
A war that was based on apartheid and
Made me wanna go back to the city and the homies what I learned
The word was
Just because you wore a different gang than mines
mean I can't respect you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and we caused each other in these streets
If I you, we unify 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 call another nigga but, it really a poem,
I just like it's something you probably could relate to.
Other 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 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 people gonna be so fat, they gonna be so appetizing,
You know I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor gonna be so poor and
You know what I'm it's gonna be like
There might be cannibalism 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 that made the of their own opportunities?

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

And through your different avenues of
How would you say you managed to a level of sanity?

By my faith in God, by my in the game,
And by my faith in all things come to those that stay true.
You what I'm saying, and it was happening 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 go straight through

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

I like to think at every opportunity
I've been threatened with resistance it's been met with resistance.
And not only me but it goes my family 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 a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win and I wanna lay it all down

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

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

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 think America can know
I think American we was just playing and it's gonna 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 what I'm saying, it's happen

That's crazy man. In my opinion hope 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 of energy I'mma push out,
Or where it from. Trip me out sometimes

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

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

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets conceived it
Its only job is to eat or everything around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment the caterpillar 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 within the
But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the as weak
And figures out a way to it to his own benefits
Already surrounded by mad city
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon institutionalizes him
He can no see past his own thoughts
trapped
When trapped inside these walls certain ideas to take roots
Such as home, and bringing 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, the eternal struggle
the butterfly and caterpillar are completely different
are one and the same."

What's perspective on that?
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