conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Difficult with the following description: This is basically a tribute to Proof, Rest in Peace. We miss you!! 1973-2006.
  DeShaun Dupree Holton AKA Proof is Eminem’s hype man & best friend since childhood, passed away back in 2006 April 11. He was shot & killed in a club.
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Eminem]
  They ask me am I okay, they ask me if I'm happy
  Are they askin' me that because of the shit that's been thrown at me?
  Or am I just a little snappy and they genuinely care?
  Doody, most of my life, it's just been me and you there
  And I continuously stare at pictures of you
  I never got to say I love you as much as I wanted to, but I do
  Yeah, I say it now when you can't hear me
  What the fuck good does that do me now?
  But somehow, I know you're near me, your presence
  Oh, I went and dropped some presents off for Easter
  To them two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their
  Minds a little, and dog, you'll never believe this
  But Sharonda actually talks to me now—Jesus!
  And everyone else is just tryin' to pick up the pieces
  Man, how could you touch so many fuckin' lives and just leave us?
  They say grievance has it's way of affectin' everyone different
  If it's true, how the fuck I'm supposed to get over you?
  Difficult as it sounds
  [Chorus: Obie Trice]
  Doody, I drop a tear in a rhyme
  The day you find it is the day I stop missin' DeShaun
  Holton, it was written, it was woven
  For a soldier to leave so suddenly, got me wide open
  How could God take a soul so dope and
  Turn around, leave us all heartbroken?
  Know that you're sayin', "Keep goin'!
  Be a man! No emotion! It's your duty!"
  Until we meet again, Doody [Verse 2: Eminem]
  "Doody," that's what we'd call each other
  I don't know where it came from
  But it just stuck with us, we was always brothers
  Never thought about each other's skin colors
  'Til one day we was walkin' up the block in the summer
  It was like ninety degrees, I was catchin' a sunburn
  Tryin' to walk under the trees just to give me some comfort
  I moan and I just wanna get home and
  I look over and your shirt is off
  I'm like, "You're gonna fry," you're like, "No, I won't
  I'm black, stupid!
   
  And black people they got melatonin
  In their skin—we don't burn,"
   meanwhile my face is glowin'
  And I feel like I'm on fire
  And the entire time you're just laughin' at me
  And snappin' at me with your shirt, bastard
  And I still have to get you back for that shit
  And by the way, them Playboy rings my mother stole from you
  Well, Nate finally got 'em back, shit
  It must've been at least 16 years ago
  Well, I put 'em in your
   
  cask—oww
  Movin' past it, it still ain't registered yet
  But you can bet, your legacy they'll never forget
  The Motor City, Motown, hip hop vet
  Hip Hop Shop,
   dreads, it don't stop there
  Yeah, as difficult as it sounds [Chorus: Obie Trice]
  Doody, I drop a tear in a rhyme
  The day you find it is the day I stop missin' DeShaun
  Holton, it was written, it was woven
  For a soldier to leave so suddenly, got me wide open
  How could God take a soul so dope and
  Turn around, leave us all heartbroken?
  Know that you're sayin', "Keep goin'!
  Be a man! No emotion! It's your duty!"
  Until we meet again, Doody
  [Verse 3: Eminem]
  And this might sound a little strange but I'ma tell it
  I found that jacket that you left at my wedding
  And I picked it up to smell it
  I wrapped it up in plastic until I put it in glass
  And hang up in the hallway so I can always look at it
  And as for all me and D12 we feel like "Fuck rap!"
  It feels like our general just fuckin' died in our lap
  We shut off all our pagers, all our cell numbers is changed
  Our two-ways are in the trash
  So some cats will have to find a new way
  And I know it feels like the dreams will die with you today
  But the truth is they're all still here and you ain't
  Purple Gang, you gotta keep pressin' on
  Don't ever give up the dream, dog, I got love for you all
  And Doody, it's true you brought people together
  Who never woulda been in the same room if it wasn't for you
  You were the peacemaker, Doody
  I know sometimes you were moody
  But you hated confrontation and truly hated the feuding
  But you was down for yours whenever it came to scrappin'
  If it had to happen, it had to happen
  Believe me, I know you're the one who taught me to throw them 'bows back on Dresden
  From eggin' cars to paintballin', gettin' arrested
  To sittin' across from each other in cells, laughin' and jestin'
  They tried to hit us for five years for that, no question
  I guess them hookers and bums that we shot up didn't show up for court, so we got off on a technicality, left sweatin'
  Me, you and… what's his face? I forgot his fuckin' name
  Shame he even came to your funeral, he betrayed our team
  And if I see him again I'ma punch him in the fuckin' face
  And that’s on Hailie Jade, Whitney Laine and Alaina’s name
  I let the pistol bang once just to lick a shot
  In the air for you and pour some liquor out
  With Obie in the parking lot of 54 just before
  We were supposed to get in cars to come and see you once more
  Difficult as it sounds [Outro: Obie Trice]
  Doody!