conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Moment of Clarity Freestyle with the following description: First song from the ‘Prefix’ mixtape. Lil Wayne uses Jay-Z’s ‘Moment of Clarity’ instrumental Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1 : Lil Wayne]
  Fix, Nigga
  Change mind sporadically, same time compatibly
  Wayne Carter, graduate, bang bang academy
  Change my reality, thank God for grabbin' me
  Sort of like him, cause they can't stop the wrath of me
  But, Hell have no fury, Neither I
  I would walk up in the Devil's Kitchen, eat a pie
  Greedy eye, never full, getting fat
  And bitch I got an itch, so don't let me catch you with the scra-scra-
  Scratch y'all niggas off the face of the Earth
  Even Mase came back for the money outta church
  So with that on my mission for that money, I'mma work
  My divine intervention might be in that woman's purse
  Tryna find a better system, but I'm running out of perks
  Baby daughter tummy irks, then daddy heart hurts
  So daddy pop at 'em until they heart burst
  For my baby girl candy I make her starburst
  9/11 was a fucking shame, I done saw worse like
  What if that bullet would have hit my heart first
  Life, would it be different, I be still fuckin' 'round with death
  Cause I got shot after that, and after that I grab the empty case
  And then tried to throw that bitch back at they faces, Cita I made it
  My nigga Reel was on the ground like "naw", I got up and looked around, and grabbed the spot like "ahhh..."
  I"m hard to kill, hardy har, cut the music back up and keep the party goin'
  Fuck 'em, and I don't need no crease, I'm a motherfucking gangster off Eagle Street
  I don't need the Hot Boys, I still keep my heat
  And I ain't gotta Sqad Up, I still keep my feet
  They call me Michelangelo, you paint them so street
  But you remove that wallpaper, bet that sheet-rock weak, (haha)
  And you and I know what's goin' on, you probably riding to a different song
  I'm probably riding on some different chrome, I'm probably high in a different zone
  But when I'm off, we can get it on
  I take no days off catch that shit for my friend
  I clock out when I punch in, I'm shootin
  Reel you ain't gotta block out, it's goin' in 'em
  Them rats stop hatin' on the snake, the boy venom
  The cat like Payton for the Lakers gon' win 'em
  I'm certified stamp, I'm a champion
  Like Buju Banton, I shoot you nine times like you was 50
  But you won't be as likely as 50, I light me some Piffy
  Light hella bright on the Infi, like what nigga, like me or lift me
  I don't duck I be right in the city, for them bucks
  I take me a flight, and come and get right, right in ya city
  Yup, I'm just like Diddy, and nothing like Puff yeah
  I'm something like city, he something like Young Wizzy
  My Nike's is spiffy, I'm hardly a Gotti
  I'm slightly a Nitti, all of a Carter
  Bitch niggas never bitch me, bum niggas never ditch me
  Shit I gotta get me, man I'm raw, slip me
  Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
  Ain't no more squad in me, unh