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conversations.value: Write me a song called Diary of a Broke Nigga with the following description: Video for the 2nd song on his Black Friday mixtape. Released in 2010. This is Jay Rock’s attempt to look inside the eyes of a criminal. What motivates him to commit these crimes? Are they truly evil or are their actions motivated by a more honorable problem? Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Jay Rock]
  Look inside the eyes of a broke nigga
  See the stress on his face
  Look at his heart, ain't no love in the place
  What's on his mind? - murder, money and mayhem
  If he don't see a dollar somebody visiting Satan
  He grabbed his gat from under the mattress, he cocked it back
  Then grabbed his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat
  Looked in the mirror and said, "times is hard"
  So hard that he got gray hair on his balls - pause
  In the ghetto, you destined to fall
  That's why it's a must that we ball
  That's why he on the corner lurkin', waitin' for a mothafucka to slip
  Soon as he see the chance, he takin' a risk
  What should you do, when this nigga snatch you out of your whip
  Empty out your pockets then snatch what's on your neck and your wrist---NOTHING!
  Cuz when the gat in ya mouth, so speechless
  Any false move and ya brains on the CE-ment
  It gets gutter, when niggas starvin'
  Niggas will run inside ya house, kill you on target--heartless
  This is way beyond a cold thriller
  This the diary of a broke nigga
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Giddy]
  PUMP PUMP
  Everybody lay down on the ground
  Give me whatever you got right now
  PUMP PUMP
  Everybody lay down on the floor
  Give me whatever you got plus more
  When times is hard and I'm prayin' for change
  My funds is low when I need some change
  WOP WOP
  Make sure you hide your goods when I come mista
  You dealin' with the diary of a broke nigga [Verse 2: Jay Rock]
  It's been a whole month he still ain't see no paper
  Nigga losin' weight every time that he wake up
  Plus, he tired of askin' niggas for favors
  Cuz when they got mad they throw it back in his face
  That's foul, flagrant this nigga been slavin'
  In the spot all week still ain't see no paper, that's fucked up
  They say don't bite the hand that feeds you but if that hand don't feed you where would that leave you?
  Now that the stress come
  Can't turn back the hands of time
  Got him thinkin' back on what he should've done
  First thing on his mind now get a gun
  Shit you gotta eat, and you got a son
  And a daughter, now that's two mouths to feed
  And that money seems far like miles to reach
  But it's right there
  But his brain clouded
  Life on the wrong road can't reroute it
  Caught the nigga, and showed him what that heater do
  If you don't feed your wolves your wolves eat you
  This is way beyond a cold thriller
  This the diary of a broke nigga
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Giddy]
  PUMP PUMP
  Everybody lay down on the ground
  Give me whatever you got right now
  PUMP PUMP
  Everybody lay down on the floor
  Give me whatever you got plus more
  When times is hard and I'm prayin' for change
  My funds is low when I need some change
  WOP WOP
  Make sure you hide your goods when I come mista
  Ya dealin' with the diary of a broke nigga