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conversations.value: Write me a song called Growing Pains with the following description: This song is the 1st in a series of 3 songs. Check out the other two below!
  “Growing Pains II”
  “Growing Pains III” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Kanye West]
  I'm tryna right my wrongs
  But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now
  I'm tryna right my wrongs
  But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now
  [Verse 1]
  See, I was born into a world of food stamps and welfare
  No dollar for the ice cream man and nappy hair
  Raised by a single mom, but in the back of my mind
  I thought I gotta have my pops, no cereal
  Never had a lot, but now I got plenty material
  No longer do I wish for money
  'Cause being broke made me stronger, harder, faster, better
  So now I alphabetically murder every letter, uh
  Feel the conviction in my words like a jail sentence
  Murder in the first, do a verse, won't be no repentance
  Mama, I'm sorry that I left at seventeen
  But I had to chase my dream and get this mafuckin' cream
  Only people that I got is the people that's on my team
  'Cause when I roll up on the scene I see everyone start to scheme
  Talk about they connections, talk about who they know
  Then they beggin' me for a feature, but I'm like "Hold up, yo
  If you know who you know why the fuck you ain't blow?"
  Matter fact, you ain't fuck with me this time last year though
  I was kicking rhymes, but you ain't paid no mind at the soul
  And now you on my dick riding like the baddest of hoes
  You think it's easy but it's not, see the talent that I got?
  Determination keep it fresh, if I don't shine then it's gon' rot
  'Cause it don't happen overnight, one hit wonders don't keep the spot
  And I plan to hold the torch until I pass it and get shot, what [Chorus: Kanye West]
  I'm tryna right my wrongs
  But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now
  I'm tryna right my wrongs
  But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now
  [Verse 2]
  See, this is dedication, running up on radio stations
  They would decline and in my mind, they was just hatin', hehe
  Testing my patience they got me pissed like probation
  But I had the mind to keep goin' and the heart to keep racing
  And as the world crumbled beneath my feet like a Haitian
  I was inspired by them to persevere through dedication
  Failure I'm never facin', my lyrics is education
  So if you got the tape crank that shit like Jason Statham
  Yeah, this is my story word by word as I'm emergin'
  Just relax and let me open your mind like brain surgeon, uh
  Uhh, fresh in the game they should sign me to Virgin
  But me and solo know that I would only get to splurgin'
  I see the road to success and now it's time to merge in
  Don't forget us when you gone what my homies urging
  Don't forget us when you gone, uhh I gotcha
  You see these Seinfeld rappers talking a whole lot of nothing
  So allow me to curb your enthusiasm or something
  This is kinda like M.J before his prime when he dunking
  'Cause I ain't 23 yet, but when I'm there it'll be something, ha [Chorus: Kanye West]
  I'm tryna right my wrongs
  But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now
  I'm tryna right my wrongs
  But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now
  [Verse 3]
  Growin' up, there was baby mama drama
  Everyday and every way
  But not my kids I ain't got none to this day
  'Cause a rubber ‘round my Jimmy when I consider foreplay
  Hey, ha, back in the day West Deer Park where we stay
  I was running around while mama was drinking everyday
  But it's okay, I wouldn't have it any other way
  'Cause it developed me into the young man that you see today
  Through dedication, yeah, yeah
  Never follow traditions, you see, I had a different vision
  I would skip school and write compositions 'bout my home conditions
  You know the usual no money and family division
  In specific I remember this time in my kitchen
  With my sister's man back
  Before he went to prison and got into religion
  He showed me how to cook crack at 12 and I ain't kiddin'
  After release it then went bad now he no longer living
  And I'm pretty sure his last breath was "Lord forgive him"
  Now my nephew ain't got a father that'll keep him safe
  All I can hope is he a good boy for his mama's sake
  'Cause she never did recover from his father's fate
  And if he grew into a man that made the same mistake
  Well to be honest, I don't know how much more she could take
  So to every baby mama that could truly relate
  It is you unto this song that I shall dedicate, yeah