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I’m pacin’ now, talkin’ to her, she’s spillin’ stories—says she’s savin’ for a kid, but I’m wonderin’ if it’s true. I’m Kanye, I overthink, I’m like, “Is this a hustle or heart?” Don’t matter, I’m droppin’ some cash, not ‘cause I’m soft, but ‘cause I’m human, ya feel? I’m shoutin’ in my head, “I’ve abandoned my child!” like Plainview, ‘cause damn, we all abandon somethin’ out here. I’m typos galore, man, writin’ this sloppy—fnd a prsotitute, ha, see that? My fingers wild, my soul wilder. This ain’t glamorous, it’s gritty, but I’m alive, I’m feelin’ it, and that’s the vibe. Kanye out, chasin’ truth, spittin’ fire, done.

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When Frank agreed to smuggle for them, the products being drugs and prostitutes, it seemed inevitable that Frank wouldn't survive. But his role.

So, I finally get to the job site. It’s a field near ul. Główna. I’m supposed to plow this thing, but the ground is rock hard. I’m thinkin’, “What did I sign up for?” I’m wrestlin’ with the tractor, and it’s like a bad relationship—lots of push and pull, but no progress. I’m sweatin’ bullets, and my patience is runnin’ thin.

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