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conversations.value: Write me a song called The Heart Part 5 (Original) with the following description: On “Prayer,” Kendrick Lamar reflects over “the voices of art” and personifies a song by Michael Jackson and a speech by Martin Luther King, Jr., respectively. In each of the first two verses, Lamar mentions two dates that relate to the lives of each man—The Jackson 5’s “ABC” released on February 24, 1970, and MLK delivered his “I Have A Dream” speech on August 28, 1963.
  Kendrick uses every verse to explore how the media is quick to dismiss an artist’s contributions to society due to their personal shortcomings—he specifically delves into Jackson’s pedophilia accusations and King’s marital infidelity. In the final verse, Kendrick establishes that artists bring meaning to the world regardless of their individual imperfections.
  The song was recorded sometime in 2018 and was leaked in its entirety on August 18, 2020, along with “Gotta Love Me” and “Somebody.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  I was born on February 24th, 1970
  The day I was delivered, they said I would build a legacy
  Picture me with influence that last generations
  I was made out of love to keep you happy and educated
  The first three letters of the alphabet my name
  I made you laugh, I made you dance, I made you sing
  I been around the world and back, you recorded my almanac
  So dearly way before the fact me and pops was estranged
  My father was a public figure, bigger than life
  Lived as a winner, on stages alike
  Rivers of people surely united, just to see our bond
  Time carried on, that was a common thread
  My perfect father had many flaws
  Still they moved they legs and shook they heads in unison
  He had more children, I was the oldest
  We always played with each other 'fore they ruined 'em
  He told me his personal secrets, childhood catching on beatings
  Sexually touched and abused, never seen life in a school
  The price of being iconic was demonic and screwed
  I stood on stage and had to watch my father on the news
  Stress on the head of my spirit, I was lost and confused
  I knew both sides of the story, but still, I couldn't choose
  See, it was more than humiliation and bein' sued
  They crucified my affiliation for points to prove
  And now my purpose for livin' makes no difference to you
  My total existence was for makin' a smiling move
  They said that I'll live forever
  But the moment he died, more accusations arrived
  I had to die too [Verse 2]
  I remember takin' my first breath August 28th, 1963
  The whole nation had saved the day, I made it on TV
  My come out was a standing ova', the crowd in disbelief
  How could a group of words be so great?
  Designed to make you think
  Races and faces embracin' my conscience in letter form
  How gracious was I speakin' on changes once outside the norm?
  The person responsible, my creator
  He never conformed or used hatred to form mass retaliation
  Watch him perform with conviction
  Two hundred and fifty thousand souls left they homes to listen
  I gather his thoughts in abundance made to complete the mission
  His life became heroic, then tables turned
  My creator stripped from being a poet because he yearned
  Other women, infidelity stricken, I can't say he was perfect
  It made me nervous, they tear him down and forget me
  I prayed that I survived in the midst of the controversy
  How many lives'll fall on deaf ears if I'm not worthy?
  I won't justify his personal problems, that's not my job
  I was only born to make sure your children can play outside
  And I imagine the other demons he hid before he died
  If they came to surface, this dream probably won't be alive
  Because of you
  [Verse 3]
  I was born in paranoia, it's poison for us
  We can't create with joyous ambition, we're out of luck
  The critics formed a new coalition and huddled up
  The non-creators are now elated and out of touch
  Why can't you gladly appreciate the influence we give?
  Stop starin' at me disgusted, my substance made sure you'd lived
  You want the head of the messenger and the history from him
  Which eventually takes away from the good you accustom
  Think of a life without the likes of imagination that's prosperin'
  The bodies that you consider genius, you like to box 'em in
  The great debaters and thinkers, they gave you a voice
  Why can't you prosecute the crimes and not the thoughts I employ?
  Because your better judgement will always look down on me
  But if I recollect how we connect, you'll account on me
  I got a theory that most of y'all won't allow to see
  It goes like this, talent doesn't choose morality
  See, if Daniel Hale was a killer, would you not want a heart?
  If Carl Benz was a racist, would you stop driving cars?
  I can't help we jump in these bodies and you called them a God
  Just know the Earth is just a rock without the voices of art
  Sincerely yours