conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Gang Member with the following description: This song appears to be a track cut off from Kendrick’s studio debut, “good kid, m.A.A.d city”. The vibe seems to show what it’s like for Kendrick to run into active gang members regularly around his hometown, Compton.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  When I jumped off the porch
  I was forced into last resorts
   of a temper gone short
  And, of course, when that took its course
  I was hoarse from yelling out
  Demons that fought inside of me taught society how to rejoice
  The killers on sight of me, privacy obviously was lost
  And the fraud piracy of the streets in my odyssey
  Caught a bullet that probably destroyed
  A good kid in a mad city, slightly annoyed
  I walked down the street with no heat
  And run into beef when I'm just a vegan
  Reekin’ the scent of a saint, sinner smell it then start squeezing
  Pellets that's tumblin' straight at my melon, apparent reason
  Probably was because of my cousin cuzzin’ a blood
  That was bloodin' in public
  And Kendrick seen with him last weekend, cousin
  But you ain't no kin to me, 'stead of Kendrick, I'm Kennedy
  Assassinate my character, sure that's your remedy
  Fair enough, I got enemies but I don't bang
  But that's the repercussions like
  When your cousin is cuzzin’ a blood
  Then you’re by yourself at the Compton parade, he said:
  [Pre-Chorus]
  Aye, look, homie, I gang-bang
   (Pump, pump)
  A gang member, I'm active, I do my thing
   (Pump)
  I do my stuff
   (Pump)
  I’m really from the sect, tho
   (Pump, pump)
  And if you is or ain't, I still need to know [Chorus]
  Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
  Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
  Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
  [Verse 2]
  I seen 'em from afar then I seen a piece of my jaw
  Like on the ground, you know the sound
  When you hear the people in awe
  Sympathetic 'cause they like seeing you
  Tryna fight back at a pack of piranhas
  I promised three of ’em, beat the black off my back
  And pajamas was almost needed
  I should've went to sleep and seen some sheep
  When I greeted the pavement
  Got up and seen the shock on their faces
  Like "damn it, he made it"
  My luck in the palm of a cherry bomb
  And they waitin' to blow up on me
  My homies are not alarmed
  Then I heard someone's firearm
  Make a sound like it waved around my direction
  I'm guessing this is the part where my heart
  Expected to drop in a second, look at the faults
  I've made in the shortest amount of time
  And in back of my mind I'm like "this the loss I'ma take"
  My fate was distraught
  A cape and some superpowers can't save me
  I'm probably pushing up daisies
  Before I can make my way to the car
  Cross cancel and right before I seen
  The black glove raisin' the handle, he said: [Pre-Chorus]
  Aye, look, homie, I gang-bang
   (Pump, pump)
  A gang member, I'm active, I do my thing
   (Pump)
  I do my stuff
   (Pump)
  I'm really from the sect, tho
   (Pump, pump)
  And if you is or ain't, I still need to know
  [Chorus]
  Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
  Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
  Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
  [Verse 3]
  Bitch, I'm bustin' back, I'ma borrow my uncle's strap in a minute
  Jump in a Civic then wear that bitch on my lap
  I was timid but now I'm tempted
  And tenants alert me on where you at
  I'm a menace when I'm offended, relentless, I will react
  Then somebody said the dispatch
  Of an officer, got his mind made on off'n ya
  That's a fact when you're black and undeveloped
  You're profiled as a felon
  I'm bailin' down Boulevards with my basketball and a backpack
  Gym shoes and my nap sack
  Hair nappy, my ball cap backwards
  And then I look back, strobe lights on my tail pipe
  Turned left then I turned right
  Turned deaf 'cause the sirens is loud
  As the colors of pink and yellow on Wesley Snipes
  Pray to God I don't get sniped
  Pray to God that the sunlight stay shining for 30 more minutes
  Hope that a witness around when I'm 'bout to cut off the engine
  Vengeance of hatred is what I'm facin'
  Even though being a criminal ain't my memo
  But this is what he said when I dropped the window: [Pre-Chorus]
  Aye, look, homie, I gang-bang
  By the time you hear the next shot, you'll learn that L.A.P.D. is the biggest gang
   (Pump)
  I do my stuff
   (Pump)
  I'm really from the sect, tho
   (Pump, pump)
  And if you is or ain't, I still need to know
  [Chorus]
  Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
  Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay
  Where you from, where you stay or where your grandma stay