Spoken word: AI Art steals Artist hearts Ai Art steals Artist meals AI Art is not smart SONG BEGINGS: There will be millions, there will be billions, there will be trillions pieces of shit Art AI Art is not smart Someone makes something good with their heart and hand Now we don’t need no band Skill of art is is to feel, skill AI is to steal AI Art, it floods the internet, But where’s the soul, where’s the beat? Empty lines, hollow forms, Real art weathers through the storms. AI Art steals Artist hearts Ai Art steals Artist meals AI Art is not smart There will be millions, there will be billions, there will be trillions pieces of shit Art AI Art is not smart Someone makes something good with their heart and hand Now we don’t need no band Skill of art is is to feel, skill AI is to steal AI Art, it floods the internet, But where’s the soul, where’s the beat? Empty lines, hollow forms, Real art weathers through the storms. Human touch, human feel, That’s what makes the colors real. Real Art bleeds from deep inside, Not from some machine’s cold pride. There will be billions, there will be trillions, machines churning out a part, But nothing compares to the human heart. Inspiration doesn’t come from code, It’s a spark, a heavy load. AI can mimic, AI can learn, But the fire of passion, it can’t burn. So we rise with heart in hand, Craft our stories, take a stand. Skill of art is to feel, skill AI is here to steal. Mechanical haze in a digital age, Lines blurred in the machine's cold cage. Mimics and mirrors, imitations spread wide, But the essence of truth, it can't hide. Emptiness in algorithms' embrace, Not a soul, not a face. Each stroke, each note, should come from within, Where the real art begins. Electric pulses can't replace, The warmth in a creator's grace.
