Luyện nghe bài hát Mortal Man

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

shit 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 a fan?

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

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

Do you in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart it need to be?
Is your on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?
you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?
If I'm tried in a of law, if the industry cut me off
If the want me dead, plant cocaine in my car
Would you judge me a drug kid or see me as K.
Or my character and degrade me on every blog
Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me Nelson
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 prophet ain't a prophet til ask you this question:

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

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they it
Let these words be your earth and moon you every message
As I lead this make room for mistakes and depression
And that

Do you believe in me? How much you in her?
You think she gon' stick if them 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you behind bars hurt?
You y'all on common ground if you promise to be the first?
Can you be immortalized without your being expired?
Even though you share the blood is it worth 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 you in, do you show forgiveness?
brush do you bend when dusting your shoulders from being offended
What kind of den did they put you in when the lions hissing
What kind of bridge did they burn, revenge or your when it's mentioned?
You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like
You walk in in his shoes but you peace-making seldom
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?
shit 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 flows they propel it
Let my word be your earth and moon you every message
As I lead this army room for mistakes and depression
And if you ridin' me nigga

I been off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold like bad judges, don't let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me Nelson
I went to Robben's analyzing, that's where his cell is
So I could clarity, like how much you cherish 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, X, will I ever be your ex?
Floss off a baby step, by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me stress
Crawled under rocks, y'all, it's respect
But then tomorrow, put my against the wall
How leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?
Is it Moses, is it Newton or Detroit Red?
Is it Luther, JFK, shooter you assassin
Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Jackson, oh

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

The of Mandela, hope my flows they propel 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 with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga

I you was conflicted
Misusing your
I did the same
Abusing my power, full of
that turned into a deep depression
Found myself screaming in the room
I didn't self destruct
The of Lucy was all around me
So I running for answers
Until I home
But that stop survivor's guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince 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 based on and discrimination
me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned
The word was
Just you wore a different gang color than mines
Doesn't mean I can't you as a black man
Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each 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 another nigga

and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call 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 always wanted to ask you about a situa
a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.
What you mean 'bout that, what the represent?

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 symbol for the people,
The poor people is gonna open up this world
And swallow up the people.
'Cause the rich people gonna be so fat, gonna be so appetizing,
You know I'm saying, wealthy, appetizing.
The poor be so poor and hungry
You know what I'm saying gonna be like
There might be cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich

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

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

And through your different avenues of
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 those that true.
You what 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 mean it's a problem but I'm not let them know.
I'm finna go straight

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

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

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

In country 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 wanna lift weights,
While you still shoot back.
'Cause you turn 30 it's like they take 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 me you can look around,
You don't see no loud mouth old muthafuckas

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

I think that is tired-a grabbin' shit out the stores
And next time a riot there's gonna be bloodshed for real
I don't America 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.
gonna be murder, you know what I'm saying,
It's 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 kinda left
Is and vibrations
Lotta people don't understand how it is.
Sometimes I be like, get a mic
And I don't know what of energy I'mma push out,
Or where it from. Trip me out sometimes

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

I wanted to read one thing to you.
It's 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 it, in order to protect itself from this mad city
While consuming its environment the caterpillar begins to ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world shuns him, but praises the
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the within the caterpillar
But a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the butterfly as weak
And figures out a way to it to his own benefits
Already surrounded by mad city
The goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own
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 sheds light on
That the caterpillar considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and caterpillar are different
are one and the same."

What's your on that?
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