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conversations.value: Write me a song called Open Letter with the following description: This song is what the title implies: an “Open Letter” from Wayne to his fans, family, friends, and life in general. With a single verse lasting a continuous four and a half minutes, Wayne discusses numerous topics that have been on his mind, notably revealing that he has contemplated suicide and had feelings of self-hatred. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Ah-em
  [Verse 1]
  Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit
  Sometimes a nigga feel like shit
  Talkin’ 'bout some real life shit
  Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
  So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it
  I just hope I die for a reason
  They probably won't miss me ’til they need me
  Have problems with admittin' that they need me, Lord
  I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
  Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
  Way too concerned to be conceited
  I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em, Lord
  Die tryna reach 'em
  They care more about how much I leave than
  Where I leave it
  I hope I leave more of an impression on my kids
  To be destined to have blessings to believe in, Lord
  Just got off the phone with my son
  Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
  Just got off the phone with my daughter
  Told her, "I won’t hesitate to fuck a young nigga up", Lord
  A few bitches left me, that only got a new bitch elected
  My old bitch was too disrespectful
  And only get my new bitch respected
  That’s power, yes, it's now or next
  Can’t lie though, I tried though
  I'll die tryin', that's a common death
  We was such a team, we was chasin’ our dreams
  Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath
  Now they try to tell me I need rest
  And I'll find love again, I ain't find it yet
  Oh, but I guess it is what it is as it appears, oh shit
  The object in the mirror is more near than it appears, oh shit
  And sometimes I fear who in the mirror, that nigga weird
  He done died so many times but still here, why am I here? [Chorus]
  Dear Life
  What is my meaning? My reason?
  [Verse 2]
  Naked bitches really love ones
  Sometimes our loved ones don't love us
  I'm fuckin' more than I'm makin' love
  Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber
  I just tell my lady, "Nothing's easy"
  Even though I make it look easy
  But understand looks are deceiving
  Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance
  'Cause I been through way too much, don't wanna think about it
  Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it
  Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it
  Doctor ain't prescribin' what he ain't realizin'
  Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me
  Tryna hang my body,
   sanctifyin'
  I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die
  I can't deny it, you can't tame my lion
  I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string, I can't describe it
  Feel like a anchor tied to my finger
  Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink
  I know a lotta niggas think I got a lotta niggas
  There's strength in numbers but it's honor over strength
  I talked to God the other day, he say he got a nigga
  So, I look death up in her eye and then I wink
  It's way too real, the shit I'm talkin' way, way too real
  I hope it gave you chills
  The dirt under your feet could be the grave you fill
  You don't know how dead you feel 'til you're dead for real
  Gettin' high after I paid the bill, lower than a Navy SEAL
  Show up with them Navy guns, I hope somebody prayin' for 'em
  Price tags no mistakes, somebody payin' for 'em
  Ice bath when my face numb, no expression
  What's the life expectancy when you don't expect shit?
  Mama told me, "Fuck the world and be so aggressive
  Be self-fluorescent, watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive
  Don't get too high to look over blessings
  Never come in second, make the most of your seconds
  They so precious"
  'Cause if we could buy time, every store would sell it
  If you want me to read your mind, need correct spelling
  I keep it real, niggas better keep it copacetic
  Where the weed? I feel like I'm gettin' a sober headache
  Lookin' in the mirror at the one that know me better
  I was too busy to talk, I wrote an open letter [Chorus]
  Dear Life
  What is my meaning? My reason?
  That's the question I ask the reader, God bless the reader
  Dear Life, what is my meaning? My reason?
  That's the question
  [Outro: Jacida Carter]
  You know, when he told me Toya was havin' a baby, I say, "Y'all young. You know y'all young." But I said, "Be the best father you can be," you know. And truly, he is that
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