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conversations.value: Write me a song called The Food with the following description: Another classic Common entry, dealing with the struggles of living and raising a family in the Southside of Chicago
  This version includes a bonus verse which can’t be found on Common’s 2005 album Be; that version was recorded on Chappelle’s Show Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Common]
  Yeah! It's been a long time comin'
  You know what they say Kanye
  Slow motion better than no motion
  [Chorus: Kanye West]
  I walked in the crib, got two kids
  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)
  So I had to did, what I had to did
  'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)
  I'm up all night, getting my money right
  Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!)
  Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know
  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)
  [Verse 1: Common]
  You love to hear the story, again and again
  About these young brothers, from the City of Wind
  Like juice and gin, in the city we blend
  Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims
  Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed
  Heartless females that wanna ride in 'em
  Felt the Southside venom in raw hides and denim
  Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims
  We livin' in, my man in the fast lane pivotin'
  On the block white is selling like Eminem
  On the block it jump off like Kim and 'em
  On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then
  Shorties get the game but no instructions to assemblin'
  Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dim in 'em
  Call my man Cuzo, like I'm kin to him
  He tryin' to stay straight, the streets is bendin' him [Chorus: Kanye West]
  I walked in the crib, got two kids
  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)
  So I had to did, what I had to did
  'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)
  I'm up all night, getting my money right
  Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!)
  Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know
  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)
  [Verse 2: Common]
  It's all good in the hood, like rats in gyms
  Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims
  Whether on ball courts or tires of all sorts
  We never fall short, with us it's all Force like Air 1's
  Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for
  Cats is colder than four below, with self I go toe to toe
  Wondering if it's for the art or for the dough
  Though I know to grow a nigga gotta learn to let go
  Though I know the dough I got to bring back to the ghetto
  Arrows on tarot cards pointin' to the grind
  Po' livin' in more prisons, pointin' to my mind, shine the light up
  Clench my fists tight, holdin' the right up
  Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter
  Situations, and jaws get tighter
  My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon! [Chorus: Kanye West]
  I walked in the crib, got two kids
  And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)
  So I had to did, what I had to did
  'Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)
  I'm up all night, getting my money right
  Until the blue and whites (po po! po po! po po!)
  Now the money comin' slow, but a least a nigga know
  Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)
  [Bridge: Kanye West]
  I, I know I could make it right
  If I could just swallow my pride
  But I can't run away or put my gun away
  You can't front on me
  I, no I can't let it ride
  No, no, not tonight
  See I can't run away or put my gun away
  You can't front on me
  [Verse 3: Common]
  Yeah, I break bread with thieves and pastors, OGs and masters
  Emcees and actors that seize and capture
  Moments like the camcorder
  You ain't killin' it, yo that's manslaughter
  Though paper can't change a man's aura
  It can feed a man's daughter
  I stand for the blue collar, on the side makin' a few dollars
  Like Sam Jack they maneuver through drama like [Bridge: Kanye West]
  I, I know I could make it right
  If I could just swallow my pride
  But I can't run away or put my gun away
  You can't front on me
  I, no I can't let it ride
  No, no, not tonight
  See I can't run away or put my gun away
  You can't front on me
  I, I know I could make it right
  If I could just swallow my pride
  But I can't run away or put my gun away
  You can't front on me
  I, no I can't let it ride
  No, no, not tonight
  See I can't run away or put my gun away
  You can't front on me