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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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I gotta tell ya—sometimes I get so caught in the rhythm of its streets. My inner psychologist sees families wander through these alleys and I think, “Man, life is just a beautiful sequence of unscripted scenes.” Ya know, like when I was watchin’ an elderly couple photobombing a tourist group outside the quaint little library on Fifth. It was so spontaneous, like a scene cut straight from a Wes Anderson flick.

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