Mortal Man

Kendrick Lamar2015年3月16日
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Mortal Man (凡人) (Explicit) - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉馬爾)

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 ni**a let me ask this question:

 

When sh*t hit the fan is you still a fan

 

When sh*t hit the fan 'one two one two'

When sh*t hit the fan is you still a fan

 

When sh*t 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 ni**a let me ask this question

 

When sh*t hit the fan is you still a fan

 

When sh*t hit the fan is you still a fan

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

 

When sh*t 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 coc*ine 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 sh*t hit the fan is you still a fan

 

When sh*t hit the fan is you still a fan

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

When sh*t 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

 

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 sh*t hit the fan is you still a fan

 

When sh*t hit the fan is you still a fan

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

 

When sh*t 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 ni**a

 

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 mobbed 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 sh*t hit the fan is you still a fan

 

When sh*t hit the fan is you still a fan

That ni**a gave us Billie Jean you say he touched those kids

When sh*t 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 ni**a let me ask this question ni**a

 

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 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 ni**a

 

Sh*t and that's all I wrote

 

I was gonna call it Another Ni**a 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 realised 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

 

By my faith in God' by my faith in the game'

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' sh*t'

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

 

Sh*t' 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 muthaf**kas

 

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'

Sh*t 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 muthaf**ka'

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

 

It's 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

Start to 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

 

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