Our Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

Why did you stop it?

We can’t play his top hits!

Come off it! What logic made you want to pause it?

His comments are toxic.

But his songs are nostalgic.

But playing his pop hits will make him a profit!

My streams of his projects aren’t major deposits!

Yet, his stream of conscience promotes harmful nonsense!

With such monstrous comments that fall out of pocket,

It’s edgelords like you who put change in his pocket.

You put change in the context, and imma let you finish

But he gets overly honest from his bipolar condition

Imprisoned by his symptoms and bitches and riches

We portray him as wicked while we downplay his sickness

In major pain and heartbreak, we made him the monster

His stages of grief aired on stages of concerts

His disorders and stardom force him to be shameless

We should look at ourselves for who made that bitch famous!

But that’s not an excuse!

I never said it was!

I condemn all the horrible stunts that he does!

So shouldn’t we cancel this Electoral College Dropout?

Well, his suicidal thoughts and mania cannot be cropped out!

Plus, he inspired a generation! He's an introspective genius!

He’s a far-right extremist and a Jesus elitist!

He evolved the rap game! His POWER fills up arenas!

And he lost so much footing that he dropped from Adidas!

He’s in charge of his actions where his drive is too reckless!

His broken-ass mouth can’t be blamed on a Lexus!

He formed a hostile workplace, harassing women in his meetings

His disorders do not warrant his abhorrent, racist tweeting

It all falls down on him, so stop playing the blame game

He’ll never, ever clear the “con” away from his own name

Underneath all of the lights, we see his speech spreading darkness

Yet, you listen to his catalog, how could you be so heartless?

While I honor the art, I don't pardon the artist

I'll mark him with charges, but his art is not tarnished

But his poor misconduct should make his art more condemnable

By your logic, his great art makes his misconduct more commendable

Would you say an athlete’s stats are poor if their murder’s set on trial?

Would you reject a working cancer cure if the maker’s a pedophile?

The beauty of the artwork should be separate from the artist

For favor from their artistry should not redeem their charges

But his art is part of who he is, he’s reflected in every bar

Since he’s introspective, his art is connected, his music is bound 2 his heart

And his heart created fertile ground for farmers to harvest a hurtful crowd

Sowing seeds in minds that bigotry and hateful speech are now allowed

Any fruit that he produces does not fall far from the tree

But his harvest yields some good fruit!

So you cherry-pick your feed?

He’s such a fucking hoax! I hate it! He must face repercussions!

Make him barred from the public for this bard is corrupted!

But the bars he has published are not barred from consumption

For the art and its subject are apart in my judgment

His songs and crimes are separate parts of discussion

I can marvel his music while I mark him repugnant!

But marveling his music is empowering his status

That went from “Father Stretch My Hands” to stretch my hand to the Axis!

You reprimand his actions, but I must condemn your own

Since you enable his malpractice like Diamonds from Sierra Leone!

I’m not a slave to this diamond

But you’re a slave to its shining

If you’re aware of its snares, why do you choose to be blinded?

I refuse to be silenced when you’re funding his brand

Yet, you choose to be quiet when there’s blood on your hands

You can plead for our divorce, but the diamonds are forever

You could seize him out by force, but the bond will never sever

I’m not blind to his temper or the lies he has festered

Yet, you’re blind to the lovely years that we have spent together

Your eyes are on crime records while my mind is on his records

You try to ban my leisure with no glance on why I prefer

When his art has made great efforts to improve my mood and self-worth,

Don’t you think I'd resist sanctions on the bond I want to preserve?

While my streams and my pride are the price of my pleasure

I don't dream to divide when my diamond makes pressure

While I grieve that my time has been tied to his net-worth

I can’t leave in the night when I treasure his best work

Forgive me if I’m callous, as your fond feelings are valid,

But his violent crimes and baggage vastly outbalance his talents!

You are challenged by his malice mixed with memories of comfort

But when balancing your ballot you must realize morals come first

You want to end his mass appeal, yet your streams have allowed it

At least when he attacks a Bush, he does not beat around it!

He gives life to his art, drop his children from your custody

The rock must die as I look down on your diamond-encrusted piece

But what is your plan after pressing this ban?

His brand rests on diamonds, not pillars of sand

His impact is massive while you have less traction

So why try converting his masses of fans?

To censor one's speech is a radical plan

Lynching artistry through woke activists' hands

The extremist mob finds a flaw from your jaw

And you're caught in the draw of a blacklisting sham

You preach for free speech, yet establish a ban

With PC police drafting drastic demands

Blitzkrieg property with your fascist advance

As the ashes of books had the Axis expand!

You act like the Vultures have ravaged the land

When you are the mavericks with matchsticks at hand

But I'm not the one backing radical fans

At Charlottesville with the white nationalist Klan

Engaged with your God like a practice exam

You only care if your own class has advanced

Yet, your class will collapse at the slap of his hand

Once your ass fails to match with his capitalist brand

When he crosses your door like a Catholic lamb

Your own Dolla $igns paid for your battering ram

He cannot keep his fascist black ass in his pants

We will have his waste banned by elastic demand

You can’t cover his ass with a ban and a loincloth

Many fans stand to Stan, won’t abandon his choice thoughts

When heroes we appoint disappoint at a coin’s drop,

What’s the point of a boycott when it won’t make the noise stop?

The art and the noise do not act in a vacuum

His words echo hate barked in bathrooms and chat rooms

His songs are pulp fiction or Robert Lee statues

Where bigoted themes promote bigoted values

Endowed by the artists that we’ve grown attached to

Where pleasure from art brands our spiritual tattoos

We shrug off the bad news and pass through their past dues

And offer our cash to that dude who attacks Jews!

Runaway from this dark fantasy where the cowards roam!

Do you have the power to let all his POWER go?