conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Momma with the following description: “Momma” tells of the personal growth and self-realisation that Kendrick experienced after having persevered against the internal struggles he described as “Lucy” in the preceding track, “For Sale?” ended with Kendrick’s poem:
  The evils of Lucy was all around me
  So I went runnin' for answers
  Until I came home
  Kendrick’s mention of returning home can be interpreted in many different ways at the same time:
  
  Kendrick literally returning home to Compton (recall from the outro on GKMC’s “Real” that Kendrick’s momma asked him to come back and tell his story to the kids in Compton).
  Kendrick returning to Africa, aka the motherland (he actually went to South Africa in 2014, a trip that inspired much of this album).
  Kendrick returning to his former, pre-fame self.
  
  Although it’s never explicitly stated, there are some hints to suggest that “Momma” is in fact referring to Africa as Kendrick is returning “back home” to the “Motherland.“ For example, take note of Kendrick’s conversation with the boy in Verse 3 and the final poem Kendrick recites in “Mortal Man.”
  This song is also reminiscent of 2Pac’s “Dear Mama” from the 1995 album Me Against the World. Funnily enough, the 2 albums were released almost exactly 20 years from each other and both “Dear Mama” and “Momma” come 9th in their respective track lists. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Knxwledge & Taz Arnold]
  [Part I]
  [Intro: Taz Arnold & 
  Lalah Hathaway
  ]
  —that dream
  Oh, shit!
  I need that
   (
  So it seems
  )
  I need that sloppy
  That sloppy (Yo, yo, yo
  , 
  —that dream
  )
  Like a Chevy in quicksand
  Yeah
  That sloppy
   (
  So it seems
  )
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  This feelin' is unmatched
  This feelin' is brought to you by adrenaline and good rap
  Black Pendleton ball cap (West, west, west)
  We don't share the same synonym, fall back (West, west, west)
  Been in it before internet had new acts
  Mimicking radio's nemesis made me wack (Ooh-ooh)
  My innocence limited, the experience lacked
  Ten of us with no tentative tactic that cracked
  The mind of a literate writer, but I did it, in fact (Yeah)
  You admitted it once I submitted it, wrapped in plastic
  Remember scribblin', scratchin' diligent sentences backwards
  Visiting freestyle cyphers for your reaction
  Now, I can live in a stadium, pack it the fastest
  Gamblin' Benjamin benefits, sinnin' in traffic
  Spinnin' women in cartwheels, linen fabric on fashion
  Winnin' in every decision, Kendrick is master that mastered it
  Isn't it lovely how menaces turned attraction?
  Pivotin' rappers, finish your fraction while writing blue magic
  Thank God for rap
  I would say it got me a plaque, but what's better than that?
  The fact it brought me back home [Chorus: Lalah Hathway & Taz Arnold]
  We been waitin' for you
  Waitin' for you
  Waitin' for you
  Waitin' for you
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  I know everything
  I know everything,
   know myself
  I know morality, spirituality, good and bad health
  I know fatality might haunt you
  I know everything
  I know Compton, I know street shit,
  I know shit that's conscious
  I know everything, I know lawyers, advertisement and sponsors
  I know wisdom, I know bad religion, I know good karma
  I know everything, I know history
  I know the universe works mentally
  I know the perks of bullshit isn't meant for me
  I know everything, I know cars, clothes, hoes, and money
  I know loyalty, I know respect, I know those that's ornery
  I know everything, the highs, the lows, the groupies, the junkies
  I know if I'm generous at heart, I don't need recognition
  The way I'm rewarded—well, that's God's decision
  I know you know that line's for Compton School District
  Just give it to the kids, don’t gossip 'bout how it was distributed
  I know how people work
  I know the price of life, I'm knowin' how much it’s worth
  I know what I know, and I know it well not to ever forget
  Until I realized I didn’t know shit, the day I came home [Chorus: Lalah Hathway & Taz Arnold]
  We been waitin' for you
  Waitin' for you
  Waitin' for you
  Waitin' for you
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  I met a little boy that resembled my features
  Nappy afro, gap in his smile, hand-me-down sneakers
  Bounced through the crowd
  Run a number on man and woman that crossed him
  Sun beamin' on his beady beads, exhausted
  Tossin' footballs with his ashy, black ankles
  Breakin' new laws, mama passed on home trainin'
  He looked at me and said, "Kendrick, you do know my language
  You just forgot because of what public schools had painted"
  Oh, I forgot, "Don't Kill My Vibe," that's right, you're famous
  I used to watch on Channel 5, TV was taken
  But never mind, you're here right now, don't you mistake it
  It's just a new trip, take a glimpse of your family ancestor
  Make a new list of everything you thought was progress
  And that was bullshit, I know your life is full of turmoil
  Spoiled by fantasies of who you are, I feel bad for you
  I can attempt to enlighten you without frightenin' you
  If you resist, I'll back off quick, go catch a flight or two
  But if you pick destiny over rest-in-peace
  Then be an advocate, tell your homies, especially
  To come back home" [Part II]
  [Interlude]
  This is a world premiere (This is a world premiere)
  This is a world premiere (This is a world premiere)
  This is a world premiere
  [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar]
  I been lookin' for you my whole life, an appetite
  For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?
  Is it in a woman, is it in money or mankind?
  I been lookin' for you my whole life, an appetite
  For the feeling I can barely describe, where you reside?
  Is it in a woman, is it in money, or mankind?
  Tell me something, think I'm losing my mind, ah!
  [Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
  I say, where you at? From the front to the back
  I'm lookin' for you, I react only when you react
  Ah, I thought I found you, back in the ghetto
  When I was seventeen with the .38 special
  Maybe you're in a dollar bill, maybe you're not real
  Maybe only the wealthy get to know how you feel
  Maybe I'm paranoid, ha, maybe I don't need you anyway
  Don't lie to me, I'm suicidal anyway
  I can be your advocate
  I can preach for you if you tell me what the matter is