conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Hood Politics with the following description: Kendrick states in his poem that he dealt with survivor’s guilt by reiterating to himself that he earned his success and stayed true to his A-1 foundation.
  “Hood Politics” is just this – Kendrick giving us the outlook, again, of when he was a child/adolescent and didn’t have the knowledge he has now. This is a progression and also a contrast from the last song, “Momma.” The last song was about how he forgot how it was to be in the hood. This is him transporting himself to a time when the hood was all he knew.
  Kendrick’s delivery on this track is at a higher pitch than normal to signify his younger self, his past, and his roots. On the record, he discusses issues such as American politics in the second verse and the rap industry in the third verse, with the latter being based on his observations of the stir caused in response to his “Control” verse.
  Kendrick previewed the first two verses of this song on a freestyle with Big Boy on 92.3 FM. This song samples Sufjan Stevens' “All For Myself.” Legendary Funk bassist George Clinton, who was featured in “Wesley’s Theory,” remarked that this song was his favorite on the album. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Tae Beast, Sounwave & Thundercat]
  [Intro: Dr. Dre]
  K-Dot, pick up the phone, nigga
  Every time I call, it's going to voicemail
  Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga
  No socks and skinny jeans and shit, ha
  Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haha
  Call me on Shaniqua's phone!
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo
  Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo-boo
  Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo
  Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo
  We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce
  Fourteen years later, going hard like we used to
  On the dead homies
  On the dead homies
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  I don't give a fuck about no politics in rap, my nigga
  Our lil' homie Stunna Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga
  So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga
  Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's at, my nigga
  Came in this game, you stuck your fangs in this game
  You wore no chain in this game, your hood, your name in this game
  Now you double up, time to bubble up the bread and huddle up
  Stickin' to the scripts, now, here, if them Benjamins go cuddle up
  Skip, hop, drip, drop
  Flip, flop with the white tube sock
  It goes, 
  "Sherm sticks, burn this"
  That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix
  50-nigga salute, out the Compton zoo, with the extras
  El Co's, Monte Carlos, Road Kings, and dressers
  Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers, Mexicans, they fuck with you
  Asians, they fuck with you, nobody can fuck with you [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo
  Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo
  Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo
  Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo
  We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce
  Fourteen years later, going hard like we used to
  On the dead homies
  On the dead homies
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  Hopped out the Caddy, just got my dick sucked
  The little homies called and said, "The enemies done cliqued up"
  Oh, yeah? Puto want to squabble with mi barrio?
  Oh, yeah? Tell 'em they can run it for the cardio
  Oh, yeah? Everything is everything, it's scandalous
  Slow motion for the ambulance, the project filled with cameras
  The LAPD gamblin', scramblin', football numbers slanderin'
  Niggas' names on paper—you snitched all summer
  Streets don't fail me now
  They tell me it's a new gang in town
  From Compton to Congress
  Set-trippin' all around
  Ain't nothin' new but a flu of new Demo-Crips and Re-Blood-icans
  Red state versus a blue state—which one you governin'?
  They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs,
   
  make it they promise to fuck with you
  No condom, they fuck with you,
   
  Obama say, "What it do?" [Interlude: Kendrick Lamar]
  Obama say, "What it do?"
  Obama say, "What it do?"
  Obama say, "What it do?"
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo
  Your homeboy, your block that you're from, boo-boo
  Lil' hoes you went to school with, boo-boo
  Baby mama and your new bitch, boo-boo
  We was in the hood, fourteen with the deuce-deuce
  Fourteen years later, going hard like we used to
  On the dead homies
  On the dead homies
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  Everybody want to talk about who this and who that
  Who the realest and who wack, or who white or who black
  Critics want to mention that they miss when hip-hop was rappin'
  Motherfucker, if you did, then Killer Mike'd be platinum
  Y'all priorities fucked up, put energy in wrong shit
  Hennessy and Crown Vic, my memory been gone since
  Don't ask about no camera blocking at award shows
  No, don't ask about my bitch, no, don't ask about my Vogues
  'Less you askin' me about power, yeah, I got a lot of it
  I'm the only nigga next to Snoop that can push the button
  Had the Coast on standby
  "K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box"
  I box 'em all in, by a landslide
  Nah, homie, we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
  I make the call and get the Coast involved, then history repeats
  But I resolved inside that private hall while sitting down with Jay
  He said, "It's funny how one verse could fuck up the game" [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo-boo
  [Poem: Kendrick Lamar]
  I remember you was conflicted
  Misusing your influence
  Sometimes I did the same
  Abusing my power full of resentment
  Resentment that turned into a deep depression
  Found myself screaming in a hotel room
  I didn't want to self-destruct
  The evils of Lucy was all around me
  So I went running for answers
  Until I came home
  But that didn't stop survivors guilt
  Going back and forth
  Trying to convince myself the stripes I earned
  Or maybe how A-1 my foundation was
  But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war
  Back in the city
  I was entering a new one