Mortal Man

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The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it

Let these words be your earth and moon

You consume every message

As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression

And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:

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

When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)

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

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

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it

Let these words be your earth and moon

You consume every message

As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression

And with that being said my nigga, let me ask this question:

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

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

Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends

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

Do you believe in me? Are you deceiving me?

Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it need to be?

Is your smile on permanent? Is your vow on lifetime?

Would you know where the sermon is if I died in this next line?

If I'm tried in a court of law, if the industry cut me off

If the government want me dead, plant cocaine in my car

Would you judge me a drug-head or see me as K. Lamar

Or question my character and degrade me on every blog

Want you to love me like Nelson, want you to hug me like Nelson

I freed you from being a slave in your mind, you're very welcome

You tell me my song is more than a song, it's surely a blessing

But a prophet ain't a prophet til they ask you this question:

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

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

Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends

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

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it

Let my words be your earth and moon you consume every message

As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression

And with that

Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?

You think she gon' stick around if them 25 years occur?

You think he can hold you down when you down behind bars hurt?

You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the

First? Can you be immortalised without your life being expired?

Even though you share the same blood is it worth the time?

Like who got your best interest?

Like how much are you dependent?

How clutch are the people that say they love you?

And who pretending?

How tough is your skin when they turn you in?

Do you show forgiveness?

What brush do you bend when dusting

Your shoulders from being offended?

What kind of den did they put you in when the lions start hissing?

What kind of bridge did they burn?

Revenge or your mind when it's mentioned?

You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson

You wanna walk in his shoes but you peacemaking seldom

You wanna be remembered that delivered the message

That considered the blessing of everyone

This your lesson for everyone, say

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

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

Want you look to your left and right, make sure you ask your friends

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

The voice of Mandela, hope this flow stay propellin'

Let my word be your Earth and moon

You consume every message

As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression

And if you riding with me, nigga

I been wrote off before, I got abandonment issues

I hold grudges like bad judges, don't let me resent you

That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like Nelson

I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is

So I could find clarity, like how much you cherish me

Is this relationship a fake or real as the heavens be?

See I got to question it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs

Trees, plants, grass, how the wind blow

Murphy's Law, generation X, will I ever be your X?

Floss off a baby step, mauled by the mouth of

Pit bulls, put me under stress

Crawled under rocks, ducking y'all, it's respect

But then tomorrow, put my back against the wall

How many leaders you said you needed then left 'em for dead?

Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?

Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shoot or you assassin

Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it's Michael Jackson, oh

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

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

That nigga gave us Billie Jean, you say he touched those kids?

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

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it

Let my word be your earth and moon you consume every message

As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression

And if you riding with me nigga, let me ask this question nigga

"I remember you was conflicted

Misusing your influence

Sometimes I did the same

Abusing my power, full of resentment

Resentment that turned into a deep depression

Found myself screaming in the hotel room

I didn't wanna self destruct

The evils of Lucy was all around me

So I went running for answers

Until I came home

But that didn't stop survivor's guilt

Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I earned

Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was

But while my loved ones was fighting the

Continuous war back in the city, I was entering a new one

A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination

Made me wanna go back to the city and tell the homies what I learned

The word was respect

Just because you wore a different gang color than mine's

Doesn't mean I can't respect you as a black man

Forgetting all the pain and hurt we caused each other in these streets

If I respect 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 nigga"

Shit and that's all I wrote

I was gonna call it Another Nigga but, it ain't really a poem,

I just felt like it's something you probably could relate to.

Other than that, now that I finally got a chance to holla at you,

I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa--,

About a metaphor actually, you spoke on the ground.

What you mean 'bout that, what the ground represent?

The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil

Right

That's how I see it, my word is bond.

I see--and the ground is the symbol for the poor people,

The poor people is gonna open up this whole world and swallow up the

Rich people. Cause the rich people gonna be so fat,

They gonna be so appetising, you know what I'm saying, wealthy,

Appetising. The poor gonna be so poor and hungry,

You know what I'm saying it's gonna be like... there might

Be some cannibalism out this mutha, they might eat the rich

Aight so let me ask you this then,

Do you see yourself as somebody that's rich or

Somebody that made the best of their own opportunities?

I see myself as a natural born hustler,

A true hustler in every sense of the word. I took nothin',

I took the opportunities,

I worked at the most menial and degrading job and built myself up so

I could get it to where I owned it.

I went from having somebody manage me to me hiring the person that

Works my management company.

I changed everything I realized my destiny in a matter of five years

You know what I'm saying I made myself a millionaire.

I made millions for a lot of people now it's time to make millions

For myself, you know what I'm saying.

I made millions for the record companies,

I made millions for these movie companies, now I make millions for us

And through your different avenues of success,

How would you say you managed to keep a level of sanity?

And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true.

" You know what I'm saying, and it was happening to me for a reason,

You know what I'm saying, I was noticing, shit,

I was punching the right buttons and it was happening.

So it's no problem,

You know I mean it's a problem but I'm not

Finna let them know. I'm finna go straight through

Would you consider yourself a fighter at heart or

Somebody that only reacts when they back is against the wall?

Shit, I like to think that at every opportunity I've ever been

Threatened with resistance, it's been met with resistance.

And not only me but it goes down my family tree.

You know what I'm saying, it's in my veins to fight back

Aight well, how long you think it take before niggas be like,

We fighting 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 exhibit

Maximum strength, and that's right now while you a teenager,

While you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,

While you still wanna shoot back.

Cause once you turn 30 it's like they take the heart and soul out of

A man, out of a black man in this country.

And you don't wanna fight no more.

And if you don't believe me you can look around,

You don't see no loud mouth 30-year old muthafuckas

That's crazy, because me being one of your offspring of the legacy

You left behind I can truly 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 generation today?

I think that niggas is tired of grabbin' shit out the stores and next

Time it's a riot there's gonna be, like, uh, bloodshed for real.

I don't think America know that.

I think American think we was just playing and it's gonna be some

More playing but it ain't gonna be no playing. It's gonna be murder,

You know what I'm saying, it's gonna be like Nat Turner, 1831,

Up in this muthafucka. You know what I'm saying, it's gonna happen

That's crazy man. In my opinion,

Only hope that we kinda have left is music and vibrations,

Lotta people don't understand how important it is.

Sometimes I be like,

Get behind a mic and I don't know what type of energy

I'mma push out, or where it comes from. Trip me out sometimes

Because the spirits, we ain't even really rappin',

We just letting our dead homies tell stories for us

Damn

I wanted to read one last thing to you.

It's actually something a good friend

Had wrote describing my world. It says:

"The caterpillar is a prisoner to the streets that conceived it

Its only job is to eat or consume everything

Around it, in order to protect itself from this mad city

While consuming its environment the

Caterpillar begins to notice ways to survive

One thing it noticed is how much the

World shuns him, but praises the butterfly

The butterfly represents the talent,

The thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the caterpillar

But having a harsh outlook on life the caterpillar sees the

Butterfly as weak and figures out

A way to pimp it to his own benefits

Already surrounded by this mad city the caterpillar

Goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him

He can no longer see past his own thoughts

He's trapped

When trapped inside these walls certain ideas take roots,

Such as going home, and bringing back new concepts to this mad city

The result?

Wings begin to emerge, breaking the cycle of feeling stagnant

Finally free, the butterfly sheds light on situations that

The caterpillar never considered, ending the internal struggle

Although the butterfly and caterpillar are

Completely different, they are one and the same."

What's your perspective on that?

Pac? Pac?

Pac?!