Letter to Kanye West

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Yo Kanye, what’s up, my guy?
How’s life treating you? Still high?
I see you keep that Adolf pride
Make Black folks shout “Heil” on the side
Discharged and chillin’, no pain on display
You live like a king – and drift far away

You’ve got billions stacked in your name
Wouldn’t hurt to give your Black kin a claim
But instead – moral void, nothing true
Now your fans throw salutes in full view

See, around here, that won’t fly for long
We pull the plug when the vibe goes wrong
There were three of them – but who sparked the flame?
Truth strips the lies, and tailor cuts the frame

Now the cosmos burns
Taste the venom’s hiss
Boiling point fades
Into dewpoint mist
Repent, Kanye
It’s forgiveness you miss
Say it, West, like you’re sorry
Say it aloud, Rus to Glory

Say it aloud
Rus to Glory
Rus to Glory
Rises to Glory
Rus to Glory
Shines to Glory
Burns to Glory
Rules to Glory

Alright then – peace
Do call sometimes, at least
I’ll go and blast some Lil Yezzy beats

Skomorohi, 06.09.2025

Music: Goose N Noose
Mixing: STEEGLEE
Video: A_Listratov
VFX: EDITMODON