conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Cry Out with the following description: This song was originally created in 2006 which is when it hit the internet but it was never officially released. Until today when the songs producer StreetRunner dropped a mastered version.
  This song covers police brutality and misconceptions about his hometown hood, and through it all, Wayne delivers a message of inspiration. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yea... Yea
  Yes
  Ima call this here... real rap
  Cause this rap is real... ya know?
  I hope you ain't too tired to cry
  And I hope you know you ain't never too live to die
  Listen
  [Verse]
  I grew up where them people called them people on us
  Think we slangin, but we just got beepers on us
  Grindin' all day like we got sleep insomnia
  Livin' like the videos write a treatment on us
  Stuck in the hood like they put cement on us
  Ghetto birds still shittin on us, government still quittin' on us
  Lost a few homies and the grief still sittin on us
  So we got the names writtin on us
  White folks still spittin' on us
  And them bitch ass police canines, teeth still grittin' on us
  But we smoke, ashes still gettin' on us
  Older bitches still hittin' on us
  I remember well, Beezy roll the L
  Beezy ain't here... where's Beezy at?... Beezy got killed
  And that was my nigga, I go way back wit my nigga
  But I know thats how it happened my nigga
  Shit is much deeper than this rappin my nigga
  But now they all rappin, my niggas, so now I must make it happen
  So I'mma play the captain, sail boat flappin my nigga
  No fingas I'm snappin', happy for my nigga Lil' Tiggas
  Cause even though we couldn't, The Lord saved him
  Last time we seen him was when Katrina hated
  Found his body like a month later, Rest in Peace boy
  He was a East boy, and so was Wesy West
  He was a good nigga, so I know he blessed
  And his daughter is a princess
  This shit is harder than a bench press
  But I'mma keep goin, and I swear I got a lump in my throat
  But I'mma keep on pumpin the flow
  So if I cry dont stop the beat
  I feel like my heart just stopped the beat
  My nigga Lil' Derrick is quick to cop a key
  Either that or load the gat and go pop a G
  And because of that he's just a name in a rhyme of mine
  I pray his family and his mama fine
  So much shit just sit on this mind of mine
  I think about it all the time
  I drink about it all the time
  I smoke back to back
  Cause if my thoughts got to me I'd be in this rap
  Or I'd be in the can, thank God I had dreams of being the man
  Yea
  And fuck a man with a badge
  Cause he ain't shit to a man on the edge
  The five o killed naughty good boy dead
  Man you woulda thought they killed corn bread
  Shot 'em up face down on the lawn
  Not to mention with his handcuffs on
  Not to mention they had plain clothes on
  And the complaint goes on
  But don't nobody do nothin' bout it
  The jailhouse and the morgue is too fuckin' crowded
  And haters at an all time high
  Everybody gotta hate, it's like a fuckin iPod
  Shit and they tried to burn my phantom up
  But I got my gun license, I got my hammers up
  I'm ready to shoot like a camera
  Stay still mothafucka I'mma have to write my will this summer
  Cause if they don't kill me, I'mma kill this summer
  Yea
  And you can put that on my late father
  Or my late grandmother, Ms. Mercedes Carter
  Or my grandfather Larry Bosock
  The old man hustle 'till his heart stopped
  And all I know 'bout my real pops is that he had money
  No bank account, that brown paper bag money
  Yea he might hit me off wit a little brag money
  But the nigga still wouldn't be a dad for me
  But look how I turned out I hope he glad for me
  But thats why when I see him I acts mad funny -
  Cause he's a joke to me
  Don't message, don't call, don't talk to me
  It's just me and my mama how it's suppose to be
  And I make sure she paid like she wrote for me
  And I know she gets all hope for me
  And 
  I don't ever want to see her mope for me
  Hopefully, but truthfully there is a day that's due for me
  But we gone pray it's as far as the future sees
  You are listenin' to the future Wee-zy F. Baby
  Amen