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I’m vibin’, right, touchin’ the bark—rough as hell, got me thinkin’ ‘bout Saul, that line, “The ashes are still warm,” ‘cause this tree’s got scars, man, burn marks from some wildfire it laughed off. That’s gangster! I’m hyped, yellin’ at it, “You a survivor, bro!” Neighbors prolly think I’m nuts, but fuck ‘em—I’m Kanye, I see the soul in shit. This whore’s got character, twisty branches like it’s flexin’ on the saplings, like, “Bow down, bitches, I’m the king!”

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So, I’m cleanin’ me boots, and I spot this old lady, bless her heart, tryin’ to carry a massive bag of potatoes. I rush over, help her out. She’s all smiles, says I’m a “gentleman.” Made me feel good, ya know? But then, she starts talkin’ about the weather like it’s the end of the world. “It’s gonna rain cats and dogs!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just a bit of drizzle.”

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