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conversations.value: Write me a song called Poetic Justice with the following description: Kendrick explained “Poetic Justice” in a 2012 interview with Complex magazine, saying:
  If you listen to ‘Poetic Justice,’ it’s a song about a chick saying these legs are poems. On the back end of that, is really the Sherane joint, so it’s a dedication song for Sherane. And that’s going into ‘good kid’ and ’m.A.A.d city,' which completes the story. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
  Every second, every minute, man, I swear that she can get it
  Say, if you a bad bitch, put your hands up high
  Hands up high, hands up high
  Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
  I'm talkin' 'bout dark room, perfume
  Go, go
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  I recognize your fragrance, hol' up, you ain't never gotta say shit, uh
  And I know your taste is a little bit, mmm, high maintenance
  , uh
  Everybody else basic, 
  you live life on an everyday basis
  With poetic justice, poetic justice
  If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
  I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when
  You're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen
  Better yet, where your friends and 'em? I really wanna know you all
  I really wanna show you off, 
  fuck that
  , pour up plenty
  Of champagne, cold nights when you curse this name
  You called up your girlfriends and y'all curled in that little bitty Range, I heard that
  She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
  Nigga, don't approach her with that Atari, nigga, that ain't good game, homie, sorry
  They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell
  But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real, PS
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar, 
  Janet Jackson
  ]
  Anytime
  You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it
  And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
  Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright
  Anytime
  You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it
  And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
  Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright [Verse 2: Drake]
  I really hope you play this 'cause, oh, girl, you test my patience
  With all these seductive photographs and all these one-off vacations
  You've been takin', clearly a lot for me to take in
  , 
  it don't make sense
  Young East African girl, 
  you too busy fuckin' witcha other man
  I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane, take you and your momma to the motherland
  , I could do it
  Maybe one day when you figure out you're gonna need someone
  When you figure out it's alright here in the city and you don't run from where we come from
  That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
  You were so new to this life, but goddamn, you got adjusted
  I mean, I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
  Your natural hair and your soft skin and your big ass in that sundress, ooh
  Good God, what you doin' that walk for?
  When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more
  They say communication save relations, I can tell
  But I can never right my wrongs unless I write 'em down for real, PS
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar, 
  Janet Jackson
  ]
  Anytime
  You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it
  And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
  Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright
  Anytime
  You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it
  And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
  Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  Every time I write these words they become a taboo
  Makin' sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true
  Livin' my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
  , 
  I'm talkin'
  Poetic justice, poetic justice
  If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
  I mean, you need to hear this, love is not just a verb
  It's you lookin' in the mirror, love is not just a verb
  It's you lookin' for it, maybe
  , call me crazy, we can both be insane
  A fatal attraction is common, and what we have common is pain
  I mean, you need to hear this, love is not just a verb
  And I can see power steerin', sex drive when you swerve
  I want that interference, it's coherent, I can hear it, mhmm
  That's your heartbeat, it either caught me or it called me, mhmm
  Read slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
  Sincerely, yours truly, and right before you go blind, PS
  [Chorus (Condensed): Kendrick Lamar, 
  Janet Jackson
  ]
  Anytime
  You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it
  And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
  Poetic justice, put it in a song
  [Skit]
  "I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie
  Where is you from? Or it is a problem."
  "Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ask him if he heard from Sherane
  Ayy, you out here for Sherane, homie?""
  "I don't care who this nigga over here for
  If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry."
  "Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay?
  I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay?
  You gon' tell me where you from, okay?
  Or, or, or where your grandma stay
  Where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, okay?"
  "Fuck all this talkin'."
  "Matter of fact, get out the van, homie! Get out the car 'fore I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie!" [Produced by Scoop DeVille & Sounwave]