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conversations.value: Write me a song called Savior (Interlude) with the following description: On “Savior (Interlude),” Baby Keem delivers a long, well-rhymed verse starting about his problems growing up and his family and then delves into recent experiences, overcomings, and society, all in a violin-based classical instrumental.
  The interlude is introduced by German spiritual teacher and self-help author, Eckhart Tolle, with an acapella spoken word. The outro smoothly leads up to “Savior” with a piano in a slow tempo. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Eckhart Tolle]
  If you derive your sense of identity from being a victim. Let's say, bad things were done to you when you were a child. And you develop a sense of self that is based on the bad things that happened to you
  [Verse: Baby Keem]
  You ever seen your mama strung out while you studied division?
  Your uncle ever stole from you, day after Christmas?
  Seen both of those in them county jail visits
  The first and the fifteenth, the only religion
  Noodles in the microwave, shark tank tidal wave
  Grandma shootin' niggas, blood on the highway
  Crossеs on the dashboard, you just want a platform
  I wanna take evеrything that I ask for
  Catch me a body, I'll put that on anybody but my mama
  She showin' a pattern for certain
  I think it's white panties and minimal condoms
  My uncle would tell me the shit in the movies could only be magic
  This year, I did forty-three shows and took it all home to buy him a casket
  Jack of all trades, got money out the way
  Put my heart in the faith, I'm good, love
  Cousin in the courts, heard he jumped off the porch
  Turn a brick to a Porsche, I'm good, love
  Catch us, you know I'm gon' rack up
  I need the advance and the equity to match up
  The engineer dead if the drive don't back up
  These words come of God, you could never outrap us
  Nowadays, gotta walk cautious, ayy
  Nowadays, I'm a new prophet, ayy
  Game dead, no autopsy, ayy
  City girl with they new hobby, ayy
  Catch a body, put the Prada in the ta-da
  Nigga 'bout to get some pussy, give me five (Give me five)
  Gun dirty, got the thirty in the purse, purse
  Tight bitch, put a perky in her salad
  I gotta pray for the basic
  I never seen my niggas bust down faces
  Them niggas not tasteless
  I only had one chance, I ain't even waste it
  Been down on my luck
  Been down on my luck when I fa-a-all
  I gotta get up
  I gotta get back up and ba-a-a-all
  R.I.P., under my people
  I'm proud of my people, I'm proud of my dawgs
  My ex got a beamer, she want me to see it
  I still ain't gon' see it, like, okay
  I love when they ratchet, I don't do her Patek
  I still do the watches the old way
  She think I'm conceited, I'm thinkin' 'bout cheatin'
  I don't do the flowers or roleplay
  Now, how can I fold lookin' at twenty million
  This money don't come with a probate
  Mama, I said it'd be okay [Outro: Baby Keem]
  I got this shit brackin' in four days
  Four eyes, four eyes, two eyes
  Switch sides, nigga be fresh out
  Suicide doors, I suicide, suicide
  Lambo body, who gon' stop me?
  Baby Keem is too wild
  Function at the temple
  Jesus pieces in the luau
  Mr. Morale