conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Open Letter (Demo) with the following description: This is the demo version of September 2018’s “Open Letter,” which appeared as track 10 on the final version of Tha Carter V.
  The song was incorrectly leaked under the title “Moral To The Story” as the actual song, “More To The Story,” was released on the deluxe version of Tha Carter V. It’s likely that the leaker who uploaded the 2014 version of Tha Carter V renamed certain files to what they assumed the titles were based on the leaked tentative tracklist.
  This version features slightly different lyrics and doesn’t include an outro like the final one does. This version also focuses more on Wayne’s family, whereas on the final version focus more on Wayne himself. It leaked alongside many other Tha Carter V scraps on September 13, 2019. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  Baby momma say I ain't shit
  Make a nigga feel like shit
  Talkin' 'bout some real life shit
  Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
  So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it
  I just hope I die for a reason
  They probably won't miss me 'till they need me
  Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord
  I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
  Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
  Way too concerned to be conceited
  I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord
  Die tryna reach 'em
  They care more about how much I leave 'em
  Where'd I leave it?
  I hope I leave more of an impression
  And all of my blessings for my kids and Ms. Cita, Lord
  Just got off the phone with my son
  Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
  Just got off the phone with my daughter
  Told her, "I won't hesitate to fuck a young nigga up", Lord
  My new bitch left me
  She said she felt too disrespected
  It made no sense to me
  But not to the people closest to me
  And that's why she left
  My smile just left
  Can't lie though, I tried though
  I'll die tryin', that's a common death
  We was such a team, we was chasin' our dreams
  Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath
  Now they try to tell me I need rest
  And I’ll find love again, I ain't find it yet
  Oh, but I guess it is what it is
  As it appears, oh shit
  There go the tears, there go the drank
  There go the pills, you know the drill
  Sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird
  He done died so many times but still here
  Why am I here? [Chorus]
  Dear Life
  What is my reason?
  What am I here for? That's the question
  Hmm, my children
  That was easy, so easy, uh
  [Verse 2]
  Loved ones say I don't love 'em
  Make a nigga feel like nothin'
  A bitch said we never make love
  Make a nigga feel like fuckin'
  I just tell my kids, "Nothing's easy"
  Even though I make it look easy
  But understand looks are deceiving
  Smokin' all this motherfuckin' weed
  'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it
  Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it
  Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it
  Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin'
  Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me
  Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin'
  I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die
  I can't deny it, you can't tame a lion
  I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string
  I can't describe it
  Feel like a anchor tied to my finger
  Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink
  I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas
  There's strength in numbers but there's honor over strength
  I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga
  So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink
  It's way too real
  The shit I'm talkin' way, way too real
  I hope it gave you chills
  The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill
  You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real
  And I'm higher than a cable bill, lower than a Navy SEAL
  Show up with them Navy guns
  I hope somebody prayin' for 'em
  Price tag, no mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em
  Ice bath when my face numb, no expression
  What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit?
  Mama told me, "Fuck the world and be so aggressive
  Be so fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive
  I don't get too high to look over blessings
  Never come in second, make the most of your seconds
  They so precious"
  'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it
  And I never leave my grind, that bitch so magnetic
  I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic
  Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache
  Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better
  I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter [Chorus]
  Dear Life
  What is my meaning? My reason?
  That's the question
  Hmm, my children
  That was easy, so easy
  Yeah