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To Pimp A Butterfly

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Kendrick Lamar Mortal Man - To Pimp A Butterfly
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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,
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
Shit and that's all I wrote
I was gonna call
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
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, 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
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
Shit, I think that niggas is tired
a grabbin' shit out the stores
and next time it's a riot
there's gonna be bloodshed
for real I don't think
America can 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 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
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 eternal struggle
Although the butterfly
and caterpillar are completely
different, they are one
and the same
What's your perspective
on that
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