conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Institutionalized with the following description: While “King Kunta” shows Lamar at a high, confidently claiming his throne atop the rap game with the influence and success he has acquired, “Institutionalized” is the dramatic realization that the murky past of the m.A.A.d. city still lurks within Lamar’s psyche. Kendrick covers wealth’s corruptive powers, and how many people are negatively affected, almost brainwashed, by the idea of getting rich.
  He also condemns violence and envy. Both of these are brought on by the institution of money. We are all at some level ‘institutionalized.’ The poor and disenfranchised are institutionalized by prison, racism, classism, and the rich and the powerful are institutionalized by fear, dogma, and the almighty dollar. Everyone is a loser in this game, perspective is the only answer.
  The word institutionalized also has connotations of insanity. Those who are institutionalized are taught something is “wrong” with them, but perhaps it’s the institution that’s wrong.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Part I]
  [Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
  What money got to do with it
  When I don't know the full definition of a rap image?
  I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
  Institutionalized, I keep runnin' back for a visit, hol' up
  Get it back
  I said I'm trapped inside the ghetto and I ain't proud to admit it
  Institutionalized,
   
  I could still kill me a nigga, so what?
  [Interlude: Anna Wise & Bilal]
  If I was the president
  I'd pay my mama's rent
  Free my homies and them
  Bulletproof my Chevy doors
  Lay in the White House and get high, Lord
  Whoever thought?
  Master, take the chains off me!
  [Part II]
  [Intro: Taz Arnold]
  Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
  Zoom, zoom, zoom
  Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
  Zoom, zoom, zoom
  Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom
  Zoom, zoom, zoom
  Zoom, zoom, zoom, shit [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  Life, can be like, a box of chocolate
  Quid pro quo, somethin' for somethin', that's the obvious
  Oh shit, flow's so sick, don't you swallow it
  Bitin' my style, you're salmonella poison positive
  I can just alleviate the rap industry politics
  Milk the game up, never lactose intolerant
  The last remainder of real shit, you know the obvious
  Me, scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges
  Be all you can be, true, but the problem is
  Dream only a dream if work don't follow it
  Remind me of the homies that used to know me, now follow this
  I'll tell you my hypothesis, I'm probably just way too loyal
  K Dizzle will do it for you, my niggas think I'm a god
  Truthfully all of 'em spoiled, usually, you're never charged
  But somethin' came over you once I took you to them fuckin' BET Awards
  You lookin' at artistses like they're harvestses
  So many Rollies around you and you want all of 'em
  Somebody told me you thinkin' 'bout snatchin' jewelry
  I should've listened when my grandmama said to me:
  [Chorus: Bilal]
  "Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga
  Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, boy
  Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga
  Oh now, slow down" [Bridge: Snoop Dogg]
  And once upon a time, in a city so divine
  Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
  He was five-foot somethin', God bless the kid
  Took his homies to the show and this is what they said:
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  "Fuck am I 'posed to do when I'm lookin' at walkin' licks?
  The constant big money talk 'bout the mansion and foreign whips
  The private jets and passport, presidential glass floor
  Gold bottles, gold models, givin' up the ass for
  Instagram flicks, suckin' dick, fuck is this?
  One more sucker wavin' with a flashy wrist
  My defense mechanism tell me to get him
  Quickly because he got it
  It's a recession, then why the fuck he at King of Diamonds?
  No more livin' poor, meet my four-four
  When I see 'em, put the per diem on the floor
  Now Kendrick, know they're your co-workers
  But it's gon' take a lot 'fore this pistol go cold turkey
  Now I can watch his watch on the TV and be okay
  But see I'm on the clock once that watch landin' in LA
  Remember steal from the rich and givin' it back to the poor?
  Well, that's me at these awards"
  I guess my grandmama was warnin' a boy
  She said [Chorus: Bilal]
  "Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga
  Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, boy
  Shit don't change until you get up and wash yo' ass, nigga
  Oh now, slow down"
  [Outro: Snoop Dogg]
  And once upon a time, in a city so divine
  Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga
  He was five-foot something, dazed and confused
  Talented but still under the neighborhood ruse
  You can take your boy out the hood
  But you can't take the hood out the homie
  Took his show money, stashed it in the mozey wozey
  Hollywood's nervous
  Fuck you, goodnight, thank you much for your service