Mortal Man

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, ask you 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 kid 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 you friends

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 if you riding with me

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 in his shoes but you peace-making 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 you friends

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 if you riding with me

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 ex?

Floss off a baby step, mobbed by the mouth a bit

Pause, 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, shooter 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 colour than mines

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