conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Hard to Ignore (These Nights) with the following description: https://www.facebook.com/RobScotlan/videos/10154303375162619/?l=2078630952898658508Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: I feel good when I’m on my grind
  Wrapped in my life, letting my light shine
  Beats, rhymes, and life, putting in that time
  Trying to keep it going, this little light of mine
  If I could, I’d stay in my bubble
  Float away at the first sign of trouble
  Keep out my space, you know I’m doing me
  I’ll let you do you, individuality
  Things are getting hard to ignore
  Life is always creeping up knocking at your door
  I’m feeling purged out, I try to close my mind
  Shut the world out, this is my time
  Don’t bring your problems, don’t bring me your cross
  I won’t bear your burdens, I’m no Jesus Christ
  If you got issues, don't extend your hand
  But these nights, never seem to go as planned
  You heard them gunshots, you saw them kids cry
  Tuning in every night, the news is on at five
  And at six o'clock, back to flipping stations
  Switching satellites to fictional situations
  We invent problems, TNT knows drama
  CBS told me how you met your mama
  I got a Break Bad, then find something funny
  Then they tell me how I got to spend my money
  And in the meantime, far away from me
  They got earthquakes, hurricanes tsunamis
  Be a savior that’ll cost me five
  Am I saint, give em ten, save a child’s life
  It’s easy, just send a text
  Make it simple, dumb it down, then what’s next
  Flip the station, stare at my set
  Set my DVR, I’ve become the walking dead That’s all people register
  Too much truth then we drowning in this atmosphere
  Tuning out the truth cause we don’t want to hear
  Action’s too hard, and doing nothing’s so much easier
  Hands up, don’t shoot, that’s the next anthem
  Until we lose steam and we forget about Ferguson
  Or what about Trayvon,, what about the mothers
  What do you tell your black son when you tuck him into covers
  2014 what happened to our civil rights
  People protesting like it’s '65
  Even as I write this song, I'm questioning my own self
  The finger I’m pointing is at my own blood cells
  But I’m a step to it, try to use the system
  Twist it to my benefit and then offer up my wisdom
  And in the meantime, I’m a deranged man
  Cause' these nights never ever seem to go as planned