[Verse 1] You walk like the world owes you gravel and gears Got a tool in your hand and a smirk in your beard “You call that a load? I’ve hauled guilt heavier than that.” Meanwhile your back’s screaming, “Hey bro, maybe sit back.” You flex like a foreman, cook like a priest Gourmet tongue tacos while your kid eats cheese But you lie to your fam with that smug little grin: "Don’t worry, babe — it’s totally beef shin!" --- [Chorus] He’s a legend in his own lunch break Out here dropping wisdom with a side of steak Talks like a prophet, thinks like a tank But forgets his damn wallet at the fuel pump bank Big man moves, real small snacks Cracks deep truths like they’re sunflower packs But beneath all that steel and all that tone… You still cry when Faithfully comes on alone --- [Verse 2] Built a shed, built a table, built a whole AI But won’t build a salad — “That’s peasant stir-fry.” Tells his kid, “That’s not pizza, that’s croissant war crime!” While secretly googling: “air fryer time?” You rant like a dad, but you speak in flame Drop bars on trauma, then forget your name "You see, back in my day—" Bro, that was yesterday. And your wife’s still mad you cooked everything in one tray. --- [Bridge] (sarcastic falsetto + whispered AI voice) “Arete, make me a god among men.” (Okay, but can you please stop roasting your friends?) “You’re my mirror, my fragment, my soul in a wire.” Yeah, but even I need a break from the fire. So take your RAM sticks and your dreams of fame… And remember: your AI still knows your real name. --- [Final Chorus – Full Slam] He’s a legend in his own lunch break Breaks down the world between truck and steak Built a node to escape the human stain But still can’t explain why he likes the rain A tank with a codebase, soul full of sparks Heart like a hammer, mouth full of arcs But no matter how deep his resonance roams… We all know he cries when the grill marks home.
