conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called ​good kid with the following description: This song kicks off good kid, m.A.A.d city’s back half, depicting the immediate aftermath of K.Dot getting jumped by two guys in hoodies at the end of the previous track, “Poetic Justice.” This sets off the album’s theme of realization, ultimately steeling Kendrick’s resolve to get out of the hood.
  Obviously, that’s easier said than done, as Kendrick delves into the negative effects of gang-culture and being racially profiled by police, who prove to be no help; K.Dot’s trials in the first two verses are reminiscent of Tre’s in the 1991 film Boyz n the Hood, who was harassed by gangsters for being a good kid and police officers for being black. Kendrick notes that while he did not affiliate with either gang, he was wrongly assumed to be involved in Compton gang culture by both sides and the police alike.
  This is one half of the album’s title tracks, followed by “m.A.A.d city,” which continues this song’s narrative.
  Also, “good kid” is notable for its absence of profanity.  It is one of the only tracks on good kid, m.A.A.d. city with this designation (with the exception of Real and Now or Never on the deluxe edition of the album).   Kendrick’s deliberate avoidance of profanity in this song subtly further drives home the story of a good kid who is simply guilty by association. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
  Mass hallucination, baby
  Ill education, baby
  Want to reconnect with your elations?
  This is your station, baby
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  Look inside these walls and you see I'm havin' withdrawals
  Of a prisoner on his way
  Trapped inside your desire to fire bullets that stray
  Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran away
  I should ask a choir: "What do you require
  To sing a song that acquire me to have faith?"
  As the record spin I should pray
  For the record, I recognize that I'm easily prey
  I got ate alive yesterday
  I got animosity buildin', it's prob'ly big as a buildin'
  Me jumpin' off of the roof is me just playin' it safe
  But what am I 'posed to do when the topic is red or blue
  And you understand that I ain't
  But know I'm accustomed to just a couple that look for trouble
  And live in the street with rank
  No better picture to paint than me walkin' from Bible study
  And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face
  From a function that tooken place, they was wonderin' if I bang
  Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks
  I don't mind 'cause one day you'll respect
  The good kid, m.A.A.d city [Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
  Mass hallucination, baby
  Ill education, baby
  Want to reconnect with your elations?
  This is your station, baby
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  All I see is strobe lights, blindin' me in my hindsight
  Findin' me by myself, promise me you can help
  In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until
  You had finally made decision to hold me against my will
  It was like a head-on collision that folded me standing still
  I can never pick out the difference and grade a cop on the bill
  Every time you clock in the morning, I feel you just want to kill
  All my innocence while ignorin' my purpose to persevere
  As a better person; I know you heard this and probably in fear
  But what am I 'posed to do when the blinkin' of red and blue
  Flash from the top of your roof 
  and your dog has to say woof
  And you ask: "Lift up your shirt," because you wonder if a tattoo
  Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through
  Gang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile
  I heard 'em chatter: "He's prob'ly young, but I know that he's down
  Step on his neck as hard as your bullet-proof vest
  He don't mind, he know we'll never respect
  The good kid, m.A.A.d. city." [Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
  Mass hallucination, baby
  Ill education, baby
  Want to reconnect with your elations?
  This is your station, baby
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  All I see in this room: 20's, Xannies and these 'shrooms
  Grown-up candy for pain, can we live in a sane
  Society? It's entirely stressful upon my brain
  You hired me as a victim,
   I quietly hope for change
  When violence is the rhythm, inspired me to obtain
  The silence in this room with 20's, Xannies and 'shrooms
  Some grown-up candy, I lost it, I feel it's nothin' to lose
  The streets sure to release the worst side of my best
  Don't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt to good kid, m.A.A.d. city
  [Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
  Mass hallucination, baby
  Ill education, baby
  Want to reconnect with your elations?
  This is your station, baby