conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Wake Up with the following description: “Wake Up” is the second song from Obie’s second album “Second Round’s on Me”, produced by Eminem & Luis Resto. Eminem also sings “Wake Up” in the hook.
  This song portrays the ghetto environment, and describes Obie growing up and losing his homies, over this traditional Eminem beat.
  He also gives a clear message to the critics and haters; “You recieve information from TV
  I’m in the hood, I live it you read about it”. They don’t know what he’s been through, so he’s telling them they’re in no position to judge him nor his actions.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse: Obie Trice]
  They say he was a monster from birth, so
  Fuck it, I'll just a lean warn-os them hoes
  I suppose O took on the street life
  Even though my mother told me I could be otherwise
  Wasn't the school type, I was too cool
  My agenda wasn't general education, nigga
  Generalizing Obie's expectations
  It was like, a cucoo in twenty-twos
  Bad news my nigga, pass the brew
  Cause in a week we be pouring a glass for you
  So rapidly homies become causualties
  We was just playing Madden
  Now a nigga sad for his family, that's how it happens
  Dudes get blasted, another casket
  Another child becomes a fatherless bastard
  Make a nigga wanna grab this rachet
  It's so tragic, and Obie can't get past it
  And you wonder why a nigga'll flash it
  Just to show these demons that I ain't having it
  Put 'em beneath the grass in a flash
  Homie I'm from the craft
  And to make it where I'm at, that's called Soldierism
  Real niggas notice em, they wanna flow with 'em
  Wanna do major shows with 'em
  Get the fuck out the ghetto with 'em
  Heavy metal, leave a nigga twisted, don't fret
  This is the set we live in
  But I ain't crying or whining about my environment
  Even though black folk is dying constant
  Niggas'll shoot you unconscious
  With no conscience, until you lose conscience
  Conscious, and pompous white folk think I'm just rhyming
  Just designing lines, just for the sake of shining
  Like I just speak violent applying to the business I'm in
  Rewind and find him in a dirty ass hood with no sight of climbing
  Moving on up was just The Jeffersons
  Rest of us watching the tube got less then them
  So why you vexing him? Why you stretching him out?
  He got the weapon all because his whereabouts
  Born and raised, mental slaves
  And I don't see change before I'm seeing the grave
  All I see is my homie's corpse decay
  Crying at his wake, can't recognize his face
  Face it, you not identifying with me
  My identity distorts ya visibility
  So you can't see me, peep what he's achieving
  You recieve information from TV
  I'm in the hood, I live it you read about it
  Rest in peace Peezy
  Please believe Obie eyes've seen The Wire
  Prior to what you seeing on the screen
  I done been in and out of the bing
  Lost niggas to unfortunate things
  That's why, praise the Lord I'm still on the scene
  Praise the Creator who made human beings
  Just for creating a nigga like me
  A nigga that put the umph in G, yeah [Hook x2: Obie Trice & 
  Eminem
  ]
  (Wake up)
   I try to reach out but you won't 
  (Wake up)
  My brothers and sisters, we got to 
  (Wake up)
  'Fore you stuck in the system, and then you 
  (Wake up)
  Reality hits you, before you can 
  (Wake up)