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

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

The ghost of Mandela, my flows 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 that being said my nigga, let me ask question

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

Do you in me? Are you deceiving me?
Could I let you down easily, is your heart where it 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 in a court of law, if the industry cut me off
If the government want me dead, plant in my car
Would you judge me a drug kid or see me as K.
Or my character and degrade me on every blog
you to love me like 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 is more 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
shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
Want you to your left and right, make sure you ask you friends
When shit hit the fan, is you a fan?

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows propel it
Let these words be your earth and moon you 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 gon' stick around if 25 years occur?
You think he can hold you down when you down bars hurt?
You think y'all on common ground if you promise to be the
Can you be immortalized your life being expired?
Even though you share the blood is it worth the time?
who got your best interest? Like how much are you dependent?
How clutch are the people that say they you and who pretending?
How tough is skin when they turn you in, do you show forgiveness?
What brush do you bend when dusting 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 like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson
You wanna walk in in his shoes but you peace-making
You be remembered that delivered the message
considered the blessing of everyone, this your 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 still a

The voice of Mandela, these flows 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 ridin' me nigga

I wrote off before, I got abandonment issues
I hold grudges like bad judges, let me resent you
That's not Nelson-like, want you to love me like
I went to Robben's 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 it all, family, friends, fans, cats, dogs
Trees, plants, grass, how the wind
Murphy's Law, generation X, will I be your ex?
off a baby 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 against the
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, Michael Jackson, oh

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

The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows propel it
Let my word be your and moon you consume every message
As I lead this make room for mistakes and depression
And if you riding me nigga, let me ask this question nigga

I you was conflicted
Misusing influence
Sometimes I did the
Abusing my power, of resentment
Resentment that turned into a deep
Found myself screaming in the room
I wanna self destruct
The evils of was all around me
So I running for answers
Until I home
But that didn't survivor's guilt
Going back and forth trying to convince myself the stripes I
Or how A-1 my foundation was
But while my loved was fighting the continuous war back in the city
I was a new one
A war was based on apartheid and discrimination
Made me wanna go back to the and tell the homies what I learned
The was respect
Just because you a different gang color than mines
Doesn't mean I respect 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 enemy 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 another nigga but, it ain't a poem,
I just like it's something you probably could relate to.
Other than that, now that I finally got a to holla at you,
I always wanted to ask you a certain situa
About a metaphor actually, you on the ground.
What you mean 'bout that, what the represent?

The ground is gonna open up and 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 whole
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 gonna be so and hungry
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 that's rich
Or that made the best 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 and degrading job
And built myself up so I could get it to I owned it.
I went from somebody manage me
To me hiring the person works my management company.
I changed everything I my destiny in a matter of five years
You know what I'm saying I made a millionaire.
I made for a lot of people now it's time to make millions for myself,
You know I'm saying.
I made for the record companies,
I made for these movie companies, now I make millions for us

And through different avenues of success
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 good things come to 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 no problem, you know I mean it's a problem but I'm not finna let them know.
I'm finna go through

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

I like to that at every opportunity
I've ever been threatened 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 fight

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 lay it all down

In this country a black man have like 5 years we can exhibit maximum strength
And that's right now you a teenager
you still strong or while you still wanna lift weights,
While you still shoot back.
'Cause once you turn 30 it's like take the heart and soul 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 30-year old muthafuckas

That's crazy, me being one of your offspring of the legacy you left behind
I can truly tell you that there's nothing but 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' out the stores
And next time it's a riot gonna be bloodshed 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 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 gonna

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

the spirits, we ain't really rappin'
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 that it
Its only job is to eat or consume everything around it, in order to protect from this mad city
While consuming its environment the caterpillar to notice ways to survive
One thing it noticed is how much the world him, but praises the butterfly
The butterfly represents the talent, the thoughtfulness, and the beauty within the
But a harsh outlook 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 to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see his own thoughts
He's
When trapped inside these walls certain start to take roots
Such as going home, and bringing back new to this mad city
The
Wings begin to emerge, breaking the of feeling stagnant
Finally free, the butterfly sheds on situations
That the caterpillar considered, ending the eternal struggle
Although the butterfly and are completely different
are one and the same."

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