conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Damage Is Done with the following description: Damage is Done is the sixth track off of Lil Wayne’s The Suffix mixtape released in 2005 and hosted by DJ Khaled.
  
  This song samples The Damage is Done by Foreigner:
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eib94JjrNEw Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  Runnin' from the scene, Hammer in my jeans
  Dead bodies behind me, the cops'll never find me
  Arm & Hammer Clean on my way to the honeycombe
  Hustle all night tell my bitch I'm never coming home
  Be there in the morning, stop cryin' bitch
  The sun is home, drop it on the living room table
  Bitch the money home, I know you ain't gon' stay once the money gone
  So while I'm rich I pull my dick and get my fuckin' on
  Youngin' on some real "Gangsta Gangsta" shit
  Blame it on the neighborhood I was sanctioned in
  But I'mma make sure we get them acres
  Tell 'em fuck computers, we good with paper
  Tell 'em fuck the world cause I'm hood by nature
  Feelin' that way is how the hood'll make ya
  The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah
  Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but
  [Verse 2]
  Yeah, over like yesterday floatin' to the floodgates
  This is New Orleans, welcome to the blood state
  A blood bath, and you ain't nothin' but tub bait
  No political justice not even the judge safe
  If his ass can't swim he get a closed case
  We need our own space, I ain't talkin' about Jupiter
  No luck, no help and we the fuckin' future
  I'm a hoosier, usually the cool one
  But when I need it, I turn into a looter
  God forgive, but do he forgive the brutal
  Even when it's for the better of your junior
  Soon you see that life's just another movie
  And the main character dies at the end, usually
  There's nothin' that haven't been done that you can do to me
  I been hit, I been shot nigga shoot at me! [Verse 3]
  Yeah, money on the mind, murder in the plans
  Disturbin' if you may, but it's dinner for the fam
  Hustler by law, support when I can
  Hustle when I can, tell me nothing I'm a man
  Smell my shit as I walk off the stand
  Nuts to my feet with my heart in my hand
  Pardon my G, but I'm one of a kind
  Been shot two times, here to put it in a rhyme
  Slow lane, move the Coupe like a 5
  If I get pulled over, bitch I'm gon' do time
  And I know my niggas love me, but they can't do mine
  So I gotta be smart, get bread or get behind
  Get lost or get in line
  But the carpet's still fine
  So keep tryin', the whole world turnin' back
  But we keep tryin' until we get our piece, no piece
  Keep Firin'
  Bah