Yes, even if my path is not known, maybe in the end I will just be overthrown, Yes, let me not tear my pocket from the papers, because this is not a format for sale, It was always the same, like manna from heaven waiting for a fair wind, But I will be loyal to say in the Hollywood depths: This white man is a Russian Kendrick. How they love to tax us , but I don 't care I don't need a personal moment, because I'm always in the clouds anyway. A familiar canon has been laid down since childhood, Maybe even a flower will sprout through the column, And even a room bug, someone like me Wants to make a pogrom of kopya kopya (hey) I was overwhelmed by a mental flood, but I'm not ready to put it on stream yet, And I don't even know how I'm going to live after all, But this confession will go to my descendants In a year I have seen hundreds of trails where the soul will drown in the abyss, But my only drug, bro, is ringing in your ears right now. How many days there were. How many words were there. How many different topics and lines I have written in the table. (y) How many new stars. How many new schools. After all, they read their own track, forgetting about the skill and flow. But how I am so far from them. Always waiting at the door. I'm all alone here, but I can't lose myself. It's time to guess long ago, it's time for decadence in culture, a parade of degradation, on the radio Stations are being played with mediocrities hidden behind the scenery. Yes, I don't care about the mainstream, because I would never work for trends, We will fly high and burn at the sun, and our cry will be remembered as the voice of freedom. Let these notes become fire for those who wander in the dark, who are ignorant and blind. And with the same melody in your heart, at the same moment, an unshakable light will disperse everything.