conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The Cross with the following description: The Second track, from the God’s Son LP. Eminem produced the track. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Braveheart...
  [Chorus]
  I carry the cross
  , 
  if Virgin Mary had an abortion
  I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses
  Had to bring it back to New York
  I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
  For you rappers, I carry the cross
  I carry the cross
  , if Virgin Mary had an abortion
  I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses
  Had to bring it back to New York
  I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
  For you rappers, I carry the cross
  [Verse 1]
  Y'all can keep y'all weak beats from your corny producers
  There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to
  I was the old king of the streets, that y'all once hated
  But now I reinvented myself, and y'all all waited
  NAS, N.A.S. mean Niggas Against Society
  Noisy I aim, not silently, 
  noose all surroundin'
   me
  I hang 'em, I string 'em up, ain't no thing, I just drop 'em
  To which doctor you copped
  And you locked and it ain't what it was
  I changed it up from that pop shit, it's hard to see R&B
  Rappers arguably, started fuckin' up the game horribly
  'Cause I parted the sea,
   then these novices targeted me
  Bitches infatuated say they love me lyin' to me
  What I've discovered is my brother's tryin' to be
  The next me, yeah I support him, but he's blinded I see
  Jealousy, he love me to death — am I'm buggin'?
  I love him for life, we both still mournin' on our mothers' life
  And I don't need much but a Dutch, a bitch to fuck
  A six, a truck, some guns to bust
  I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass
  With the Nasty Nas diary, get out my path [Chorus]
  I carry the cross
  , if Virgin Mary would've an abortion
  I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses
  Had to bring it back to New York
  I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
  For you rappers, I carry the cross
  I carry the cross
  , if Virgin Mary had an abortion
  I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses
  Had to bring it back to New York
  I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
  For you rappers, I carry the cross
  [Verse 2]
  I can't keep a bitch 'cause none of them come before little Des
  I can't be too rich, too many hoes lined up for sex
  I can't rest until my niggas in houses with pretty maids
  Watering flowers in 'em
  While my niggas walk around in they trousers grinnin'
  Gotta keep a lot of heat; 
  .30 cals,
   10 millimeters
  .40 cals plus the Heckler to set y'all straight
  You too light? I shoot your freckles out
  You too dark? The infrared show you what the TEC about
  Huh? I'm stressin' out, need more offices for bosses
  Secretaries and meetings with big sharks who mad greedy
  We can sell mo' boats on the coast
  Give coats to the po', and give hope to the broke, then live low
  But that ain't reality; I look happy, but under the smile You see a nigga who know, out of three women two out of three
  Will love you but lead you to they own hidden evil
  Bitch! You the reason niggas be beefin', ho get on
  'Posed to be Earth
  , ain't worth the pussy that you sit on
  From here on it's a new day
  Million dollars ain't what it was yesterday
  Many problems, many niggas, most involved but they fake
  Hope y'all relate
  [Chorus]
  I carry the cross
  , if Virgin Mary had an abortion
  I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses
  Had to bring it back to New York
  I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
  For you rappers, I carry the cross
  I carry the cross
  , if Virgin Mary had an abortion
  I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampedin' horses
  Had to bring it back to New York
  I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
  For you rappers, I carry the cross, I carry the cross