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I'm forgotten and not found, just let me go
I can’t find my city on the map, it’s like I’m alone in this country
Everything is random, absurd. Last summer became cold for me
please don’t judge me harshly and rate my story correctly

I grew up like everyone else, lived like everyone else - from childhood I was an ordinary child
me, mother, father, grandmother under the roof of one house
an ordinary family, you know there are millions of us like that
we love our city and even our neighbors in our bedroom paradise

I am a beloved son from the cradle, deprived of nothing
I go to kindergarten, after all the children go to school
I recognize this big world, everything is so cool
my first 10 years of life flowed by like a river (fast)

years replaced numbers
and life then made it clear that I have been at risk since childhood
4th grader beaten by teacher, kicked out by principal
fuck, don't go fuck yourself, fuck you

I'm 13, heaven took my grandmother
I looked at her coffin, cried and was silent
life is a big theater and God is here as an executioner
and now the hour has struck, I love you, goodbye

after a quarrel between mother and father and I shouted to them stop
but dad went to the nearest bar to drink his five hundred
scandals and tears have replaced the word love here
and then the divorce and shouting at my back “I’m sorry son”

3 years have passed and I see on the news
my hometown Donetsk and how it is heavily bombed
I didn’t believe my eyes and ears until
On August 16, a mine shell did not arrive at my house

maybe it's all a coincidence
that the warm months give me cold, but
I wrote this in April
and now nothing really warms me up

part 2
all your ms are shit and you are shit too
I hook the battle like Miron LSP
what the fuck rap game? I made a save a long time ago
round with me a hundred meters and I’m in it with a bolt from Usain

I fuck your releases and shows
your sold ass* here, alas, is not at the cash register
your devoted hair dryers are junior classes
and your woman in “these days” circles her meeting with me in red

you're off topic here, like new caste albums
as if in the word Guf or basta
like reading about poverty and buying yourself a Chrysler
and if half a Russian turnip is underground, why the hell create price lists?
:chorus 2p
I fucked the whole culture in my mouth
what is the craving for art? Durov connected us all
and if hype is a weakness, then I am of a strong nature
and if my rap is crap, you bring it to your mouth man
:
"the old people will beat him up"
your old fucking puppy will take your mouth
you're another Latvian sprat and don't fuck us
I’m your mother, I’m Khovansky here, and you’re Christina

so fuck the threats in messages
catch it even in the night, but know that I am Oleg the sacred
I'm back, what the ****, where are the shouts of welcome back?
I dip you in my sperm, this is a baptismal rite

and each of your mts is not a hindrance
give me anyone as a partner, I'll fuck him like a n*ck
I fuck the whole battle this is love forever
and I’m not just a head taller than you, I’m a giant here.