Answer with a line of lyrics

[inaLim]

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?

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?
Won't 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?
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?

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?

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 on your mind when it’s mentioned

You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson
You wanna walk in his shoes, but your peacemaking seldom

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 -

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?

Is it Martin Luther? JFK?
Shooter
—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse?
Oh, I know it’s Michael Jackson

Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
How many leaders you said you needed then left ‘em for dead?

[Tonatiuh]

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?

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?
Won't 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?
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?

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?

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 on your mind when it’s mentioned

You wanna love like Nelson, you wanna be like Nelson
You wanna walk in his shoes, but your peacemaking seldom

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 -

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?

Is it Martin Luther? JFK?
Shooter
—you assassin
Is it Jackie? Is it Jesse?
Oh, I know it’s Michael Jackson

Is it Moses? Is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red?
How many leaders you said you needed then left ‘em for dead?

Thanks for raping the thread.

[inaLim]

Thanks for raping the thread.

You play the game, though it's unfair
They're all the same, who can compare?