conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Rabbit Run with the following description: This song was off the soundtrack to the movie 8 Mile and essentially is a veiled parallel between the lives of the main character, Jimmy Smith (a.k.a. “Rabbit”), and Eminem.
  The name alludes to John Updike’s classic novel Rabbit, Run. In fact the screenplay for 8 Mile with begins a quote from Rabbit, Run: “If you have the guts to be yourself…other people’ll pay your price.” Real F'n Talk
  On the Straight From The Lab mixtape, this song was named “Explosion”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse]
  Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
  I feel, like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
  Every time I go to get up, I just fall in pits
  My life's like one great big ball of shit
  If I could just put it all into all, I spit
  'Stead of always tryna swallow it
  , instead of starin'
  At this wall and shit while I sit, writer's block
  Sick of all this shit, can't call it, shit
  All I know is I'm about to hit the wall
  If I have to see another one of Mom's alcoholic fits
  This is it, last straw, that's all, that's it
  I ain't dealin' with another fuckin' politic
  I'm like a skillet bubblin' until it filters up
  I'm about to kill it, I can feel it buildin' up
  Blow this buildin' up, I've concealed enough
  My cup runneth over, I done filled it up
  The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
  You think, all I do is stand here and feel my nuts
  Well, I'ma show you what, you gon' feel my rush
  You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch
  Peel the Dutch, I'm about to tear shit up
  Goosebumps, yeah, I'ma make your hair sit up
  Yeah, sit up, I'ma tell you, who I be
  I'ma make you hate me 'cause you ain't me
  You wait, it ain't too late to finally see
  What you, closed-minded fucks, were too blind to see
  Whoever finds me's gonna get a finder's fee
  Out this world
  , 
  ain't no one out their mind as me
  You need peace of mind? Here's a piece of mine
  All I need's a line
  But sometimes I don't always find the words to rhyme
  To express, how I'm really feelin' at that time
  Yeah, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
  It's just  “Sometimes”, it's always me
  How dark can these hallways be?
  The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half-past three
  This half-assed rhyme with this half-assed piece of paper
  I'm desperate at my desk
  If I could just get the rest of the shit off my chest again
  Stuck in a slump, can't think of nothin'
  Fuck, I'm stumped, but wait, here comes somethin', nope
  It's not good enough, scribble it out
  New pad, crinkle it up, and throw the shit out
  I'm fizzlin' now, thought I figured it out
  Ball's in my court, but I'm scared to dribble it out
  I'm afraid, but why am I afraid?
  Why am I a slave to this trade?
  Cyanide I spit to the grave
  Real enough to rile you up
  Want me to flip it? I can rip it any style you want
  I'm a switch hitter
  , bitch, Jimmy Smith ain't a quitter
  I'ma sit, until I get enough in me to finally hit a
  Fuckin' boilin' point, 
  put some oil in your joints
  Flip the coin, bitch, come get destroyed
  An MCs worst dream, I make 'em tense
  They hate me, see me, and shake like a chain-link fence
  By the looks of 'em, you would swear that Jaws was comin'
  By the screams of 'em, you would swear, I'm sawin' someone
  By the way, they're runnin', you would swear, the law was comin'
  It's now or never, and tonight is all or nothin'
  “Momma, Jimmy keeps leavin' on us
  He said, he'd be back, he pinky promised, I don't think he's honest”
  I'll be back, baby, I just gotta beat this clock
  Fuck this clock! I'ma make 'em eat this watch
  Don't believe me? Watch, I'ma win this race
  And I'ma come back, and rub my shit in your face, bitch!
  I found my niche, you gon' hear my voice
  'Til you're sick of it, you ain't gonna have a choice
  If I gotta scream, 'til I have half a lung
  If I have half a chance, I'll grab it—
  Rabbit, run!